How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, With its swirling vaporous atmosphere, Its flowing and frozen climbing creatures, The croaking things with wings that hang on rocks And soar through fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas… How utterly rich and wild… Yet some among us have the nerve, The insolence, the brass, the gall to whine About the limitations of our earthbound fate And yearn for some more perfect world beyond the sky. We are none of us good enough For the world we have.
Video by YT member skoumas Photo from Wikimedia COmmons
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.