Clouds

there are clouds everywhere

clouds made out of dust and clouds made of thick air

they hang there in the middle of space

and one cannot look through it right away

I ask my mind why it created those

and it says those formations are my worries

how can I dismantle those obstacles without my intention and will power ?

I can't so I leave all my thought and drift around these mountains of doubts

and see their beauty and feel their emptiness as well

and after awhile all is just a game on a lovely twinkling sky