These are the Clouds

[dada]

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[LolaB]

Not sure if this has been posted already, but I just came across this fabulous website and thought I'd share. Great images, love their manifesto as copied below. They even have a forum. Here in southern California we are back to blue skies and no clouds whatsoever, at all...

https://cloudappreciationsociety.org/

WE BELIEVE that clouds are unjustly maligned and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them.
We think that they are Nature’s poetry, and the most egalitarian of her displays, since everyone can have a fantastic view of them.
We pledge to fight ‘blue-sky thinking’ wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony day after day.
We seek to remind people that clouds are expressions of the atmosphere’s moods, and can be read like those of a person’s countenance.
We believe that clouds are for dreamers and their contemplation benefits the soul. Indeed, all who consider the shapes they see in them will save money on psychoanalysis bills.
And so we say to all who’ll listen:
Look up, marvel at the ephemeral beauty, and always remember to live life with your head in the clouds!

[Iamwhomiam]

I hope they're not promising us only white clouds! Dark ones have their own unique character, too! We need to maintain that contrast. Life depends on the dark ones, you know, while the white ones just float along above, with nothing else to do but enjoy the free ride, although some would say they're the prettier.

[Burnt Hill]

Dark Star

Forgive me if my fantasies
Might seem a little shopworn.
I'm sure you've heard it all before.
I wonder what's the right form
Love songs written for you,
It's been going down for years
But to sing what's in my heart
Seems more honest than the tears.
I am curious,
Don't want to hurry us.
I'm intrigued with us.
Ain't this song a bust.
I don't care, dark star.

I met you several years ago,
The times they were so strange,
But I had a feeling.
You looked into my eyes just once,
An instant flashing by that we were stealing.
Another time you felt so bad,
And I wasn't any help at all, as I recall.
We didn't quite know what to do
So we left the wanting be
Still there for me and you.

Dark star, I see you in the morning,
Dark star, a'sleeping next to me.
Dark star, let the memory of the evening be
The first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile
And see me, dark star.

It's easy to be with you
Even with the storms that rage
Beneath your search for peace.
We must make some time together
Take the kids and find a world that's ours to keep.
Now you've got me dreaming girl.
It's been so long that I thought that I'd forgotten how.
My heart is once again my soul.
We touched, we did, you know we did,
No more teasing now.

Dark star, I see you in the morning,
Dark star, a'sleeping next to me.
Dark star, let the memory of the evening be
The first thing that you think of
When you open up your smile
And see me, dark star.

Crosby Stills Nash

[Blue]

Thanks for that, Burnt Hill, one of my fave songs by CSN.

I am curious.

[Cordelia]

[Cordelia]

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. ~Oscar Wilde~







Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
How could he see where to go,
If you did not twinkle so?

In the dark blue sky you keep,
Often through my curtains peep
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

~ Jane Taylor ~

[dada]

In some ways, the cloud is
a light obscuring shifty shaper
In some ways, the cloud is not
a thing but condensed vapour

In some ways, a cloud is and is not
now you see it, now you don't
In some ways, a cloud is indescribable
or maybe isn't, but I won't

In some ways, a cloud is, and is indescribable
a thing beyond what's told and sold
In some ways, a cloud is not, and is indescribable
as a room that grows mysterious cold

In some ways, a cloud is, is not, and is indescribable
then moire veil waves distort the air
in some ways, a cloud is sum of probables
in some ways more than it appears

[Burnt Hill]

[chump]

https://youtu.be/MWJi7GhzKJM
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[Cordelia]

^^^ Wow. Gorgeous--thanks!








https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkQ8S5F4PHM

[dada]

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From here:
'Re: One Step Closer to a Dream Recorder' Post by elfismiles » Tue Mar 06, 2018 9:15 am
http://www.rigorousintuition.ca/board2/ ... 30#p652455

[Cordelia]

~ Albert Pinkham Ryder ~



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QEdPe1SxitI

[Cordelia]

Dover Beach

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

~Matthew Arnold~


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_nv9Sh5fpE

[Cordelia]

Pausing between clouds
the moon rests
in the eyes of its beholders

~ Matsuo Bashō ~