Body of clouds

I am the clouds moving quickly across the sky and I am also this body. How is this so? I do not know? Yet it is…
Like a hurricane that rips and tears through a tower leaving an empty shell, I look across the land at the strewn pieces of me.
Life’s force much too great to try to make sense of this disordered state.
Feeble and vain attempt to heal the blight is the comical tale of humanity’s plight.
So I sit and allow the clouds and wind to pass through the empty rooms that remain. Fresh and new and light, when I finally let go of the fight.
I am the clouds and this body.