Inner Realm -The Cloud

Inner Realm The Cloud A dense cloud slowly silently formed in the sky of my mind, nay the heart of my being. It is enceinte and brimming withinit's ticklish womb. The cloud of joy and sorrow and bearing heartache it falls within it's core. The cloud is lonely without source, a vagrant pain with untold misery. The body of the cloud is formed without nucleus, It is nothing but fatuous form of passion with no light within. The light and shade makes it look like substance. The form without or formless form is the cloud of my mind, drop by drop it is formed like darkness formed with the absence of light. A smiling face of the sun can redeem it like the knowledge of the self can redeem the being. The cloud is formed in the sky of my mind without the joy of light, The warm touch of the sun will make it flight with no trace behind. The cloud is my mind and it is dense for being strong without Cognition of it's root.