Poetry

Poem: Swirling Clouds

 

Live a long life,

the clouds say.

Count all your

blessings,

the winds whisper.

There’s a healer

among us

and we won’t

recognize his name

or the good that he does

unless we change

our perceptions.

 

And so it is written

in swirling clouds

that seem to form

valuable messages

that only an open mind

could decipher.

©️mft

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

8 comments on “Poem: Swirling Clouds

  1. Amen! To that! That is awsome

  2. A great poem at that of course!

  3. We should all take more time to lay in the grass, looking up with an open mind, to see what the universe has to tell us.

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