A Floating Cloud

I am like a floating cloud in this Vast open seemingly barren sky. Hidden in my bosom millions of tiny vapors, Formless, colorless, faceless, Waiting for a chance to get a face, a color, or a form. In their expression, I find a bit of my identity, But very often I float around Carrying that mysterious world within. This veiled mysterious world- So near yet so unknown. Every now and then a flash of light escapes from it, Like a meteor bursting on the night sky. It touches me, inspires me, Illuminates my whole being for a moment- Then everything becomes quiet again, Like nothing has happened. Mystics call it the world of silence- Unfathomable. There all is tranquil, all is calm. This infinite space within- The substratum of life, It holds me, cuddles me, guides me through. Always pulling me with some magical energy Yet always beyond my reach.