How many times, as a child, did I lay on the grass to watch clouds floating oh so far above me? Did I dream of riding on one - soft and puffy, supporting me as I traveled over the far off mountains? I know that I pictured animals and other objects in the shapes of the clouds. Little did I think of how truly connected I was to that cloud passing by.
"You are made of cloud - at least 70 percent of you. If you take the cloud out of you, there's no you left. A cloud has a good time traveling. When it falls down, it does not die. It becomes snow or rain. The rain becomes a creek and the creek flows down and becomes a river. The river goes to the sea, then heat generated by the sun helps the water evaporate and become a cloud again. Now the cloud has become tea..." - Thich Nhat Hanh