The shroud of a cloud - a poem by Uttik

ammasriram By ammasriram, 9th May 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Health>Mind & Spirit>Positive Thinking

Consciousness, mind, and body are superimposed, and this leads to misunderstanding of our true self. Here's a look at the mystical representation of the process.

The shroud of a cloud

I was in it, and I was it,
And nothing needed to be seen nor felt,
I went afar, and broke from norm,
Now I had shape, and now form,
The wind made a traveler of me,
Sometimes large, yet sometimes was I wee,
Sometimes shapely, sometimes awry,
Sometimes laden, sometimes dry,
The Wind was my only succour,
I prayed to Her hour after hour,
Yet Her only reaction seemed one of malintent and destruction,
She placed me in the path of others, and carefully planned many a collision,
There were thunderbolts and flashes for many years,
I was torn apart and shed flood-falls of tears,
Neither water nor air had I,
The end of the battle showed me the Lie,
Now I was one with Wind, now everywhere,
Tending to the other Lies, tending with care.


Life Experiences, Mystic Poetry, Spiritual Poem

Meet the author

author avatar ammasriram
The writings are informal attempts at documenting spiritual, mystical and philosophical concepts learned through self-experience.

Share this page

moderator johnnydod moderated this page.
If you have any complaints about this content, please let us know


Add a comment
Can't login?