Nature is so awesome that even if totally inanimate, still she can appear powerful as her raw elements clash and mix with each other on and around our planet. Nature certainly inspires me to wax lyrical about her glories, like those days at the shoreline when it looks stormy, yet warm at the same time. The mood is perhaps literally electric and the atmospheric conditions merge into a canvas pregnant with constantly shifting possibility.
I love this kind of rich atmospheric condition which is not available everywhere on the planet. Naturally we find it in the tropics and thereabouts, and curiously also in Africa, like here way down south, on the southernmost shoreline of the largest continent around.
The beach is totally deserted and it could rain at any moment, yet the conditions are mild and relaxing, with the opportunity to run for miles along the sea shore, with the waves lapping up against your feet at every other step. This is truly a moment to experience nature at her very finest. Not a hair out of place, nor a cloud. And with a sultry allure filled with a rich and dark effervescence not seen in many other cloudy conditions at all.
The subtle sun rays find a gap through which to penetrate their glistening golden shards, sent all the way from the heart of the solar system itself, that point perhaps millions of miles away, and yet still part of the same divine nature that we call home. It makes one feels so far from the source and yet so close at the same time. It is an inconceivable glimpse of gold upon dark blue, like the god and goddess themselves were intertwining in a moment of rapture of multifarious beauty. (Get an AI Chatbot to spit one of those sentences out).
Anyway, in the mood of Leonardo Tolstory, these clouds fill the sky as if there were so many of them that the boundary of the sky might pop open at the seems and the contents pour out all over the place – whatever place there is left when the sky is opened up. The spaciousness of it all is just heavenly to behold and reveals nature in all her radiant glory.
As heaven touches earth in the space between, where the clouds roam, nature seems perfect in her manifestation as a life lab for countless souls to take a bit of time, perhaps a lifetime, or several, to bask in nature’s garden like an enjoyer and controller. While all the while we are being controlled by the elements all around us as well as by our own body-mind vehicles with their built-in DNA programs of thought and action.
Even a cloud, which is no more than air and water, can appear so solid and dense, while simultaneously appearing light and floaty, like candy floss or thoughts as they drift in the ether between minds, or between times. And yet these clouds, like thoughts, can weigh so heavy sometimes, without even trying, just by the accumulation of elements tossed randomly and yet synchronistically all about the planet. The concerto is chaotic and yet rhythmic as nature performs her dance of the elements, sometimes wearing the robes of dark blue and sometimes the dress of gold.
Of all pieces, the king is found, alone and unphazed
It’s all there in plain sight, sometimes harder to glimpse, yet on days like this at the sea shore, it seems so much easier to see nature as she truly is – immensely powerful and yet also herself controlled by a higher power from another level altogether. She seems random and yet predictable, chaotic and yet so harmonious, that one can only conclude that there must be a consciousness orchestrating and facilitating the origin of all this energy in its elemental forms, as well as all this life in its multifarious forms.
Portrait of the cloud gazer
(photos my own)