Clouds float and pass, and yet we often live chasing them—attaching meaning, emotion, identity.
In this contemplative poem by Master Woo Myung, the drifting clouds become a metaphor for illusions we hold on to.
But when they disappear, we are left with the sky—and the realization of what we truly are.
Read the full poem below and reflect on the beauty of letting go.
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📝 Original Writing by Master Woo Myung
Clouds
In the far distance, puffy white clouds
are drifting by.
Clouds pass,
and it is me that watches them.
I simply watch,
unknowing of whether or not the clouds are Truth.
When the drifting clouds have disappeared,
the sky remains;
the clouds have vanished
and are nowhere to be seen.
I lived attached to the clouds;
thinking back, I was a cloud.
But the clouds are now
no longer clouds.
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