Walking Through Clouds

In my dreams, I would see myself light-stepping from a white powdery puff to another. Each time I reach the ground, or the so-called mystical object I step on, a light melodious thud would 'zing' in my ears. I can't help wondering, what would it be like walking through clouds?

Clouds are mysterious, playful yet emotional creatures. They are unreachable yet friendly; sunbathing a moment, yet pondering in the dark the next. Clouds may just be the formation of evaporated water, but with a little imagination it can be much, much more. Have you imagined walking through clouds?

When we were little, our mommas would tuck us under fluffy white blankets. And when we grow up, we adore soft, silky clothes with a soft touch. It's all in contrast with life, whether if its the hard-as-ever skyscrapers, or the numbing stress of daily life. Who doesn't adore soft plainness- coddling and loving to the soul? So, it is probably different, walking through clouds.

In my dreams, I also see myself chasing after goals. These goals look quite like rocks to me, firm, practical yet cold and hard. Stone after stone I grasp, yet all these just adds up to the burden on my back. It feels heavy, inside and out. I think to myself, how could something that is supposed to fulfil end up feeling so empty? It's a strange mirage of clouds, merely an illusion.

Most of the time, I barely remember that I'm alive. Images fleet by with the speed of light, it all happens so fast. But when I slow down, everything becomes so clear. Like meditation. It is a simple miracle, a taste of heaven on earth! All it takes is to grasp the present moment, not galloping towards the future or dwelling in the past. Do you see it then?

I'm walking through clouds.

Just breathe.