Fog and Cloud

Susan waxes poetic in her latest posting.

There once was a small pond in the middle of a meadow of a large forest. It was a calm and peaceful time as dawn approached. As the temperature changed, a fog appeared over the pond where a multitude of life swam. A small cloud lingered above.

The fog looked up towards the cloud in lamentation. All he wanted to do was to be a cloud and have more of a purpose than to just float on top of the pond. Who likes fog anyway? The two footed creatures speak of a city and complain about what a nuisance it is.

The cloud noticed this and asked, “Why so sad?”

The fog answered, “I want to be you! I am just a patch of fog and no one can understand my loneliness.”

“Well, I am just a patch of cloud, and I am not lonely. How is it possible for any of us to be lonely? We are all connected. You are me and I am you, just in a different form. Our time here is transitional, but all the more important. Without us there would be no life. I could not shed rain to soak into the soil where a flower lies to help it grow. If you were not here you wouldn’t be able to put dew upon the flower to nurture it when I am not around. You are mysterious yet transparent. You help nourish the life beneath you in the pond that you protect. Did you know I was once a patch of fog? Now my purpose is something different."

"The two footed creatures are the same. We nourish them and they nourish each other. She communes and knows she was once another’s sister, aunt, mother, and teacher. He meets a stranger and realizes he was once that person’s father, friend, and brother. Many are not aware of the oneness I speak of. You have this wonderful life force that reflects back on everything you touch. All would not be the same without you, because the force is so strong,” the cloud replied.

“Wow. I didn’t realize how big I was even though I am hovering over this little pond. But look at everything you can see from your point of view! I bet it is awing,” the fog gleamed.

The cloud took a small sigh as he expanded outwardly. “Oh dear fog. You see, that is that. It is just a point of view. I bet the view from where you are is just as overwhelming.”

The fog was silent.

After a few moments of fervent contemplation the fog lovingly looked up to the cloud as he experienced the oneness he had with all creation. At the same time the fog rose up towards the sky higher than he could have imagined. The fish in the pond began to leap for the joy for the fog. The warm rays of the sun began to pierce through the cloud. As each ray touched the fog, it began to disappear and float up uniting with the cloud. If the fog had any words left it was, “Thank You.”

(I would like to dedicate this post to someone that has helped me come to know a love I have never known, but have always had. It is that which cannot be defined yet unites us all. The only thing that it holds is unconditional honesty, compassion, and understanding.)

Susan started to cultivate a deeper relationship with the Creator four years ago when she was introduced to the works of Eckhart Tolle's, "The Power of Now" by Jim Tolles. Her life has been transformed in countless ways since then.


  1. interconnected... so rightfully and beautifully said.


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