The big picture

Rain, perhaps has the most effective ambiance of all the natural occurrences. Just yesterday, as I was reading a Monk's memoir, I come across a tidbit of knowledge that says consciousness is light. That is probably why the figurative "clouded" is so cliched when it comes to denoting haze of the human mind, conception and perspective. But when I caught a glimpse of the cloudy night as I drove past the interstate, I was froze for a moment. It comes to me from all quarters, this instruction to be aware but not pondering to stay connected to the source. I know this gets clouded, this piece of information, but let me not delve too deep into my ongoing spiritual quest and the knowledge and insights acquired therein and stay where I am supposed to stay which is blogging about the ambient clouds that graced my way and staying in touch with the cathartic process of writing. 

The better part of my vista point was focused on the vastness of the sky smudged with the nimbus, reducing the 'Waning Gibbous' stage heavenly satellite (aka Moon) to a glorified city light on the horizon. I had to do a second take to spot the moon by the raised facade of the local movie theater. The sky looked like a canvas being prepared for a masterpiece, sporting depths and lights of blue and indigo smudged with the effervescence of white, the king of colors. Well, this opinion is open for debate, but if light is consciousness and the bliss of connecting to the eternal is described as 'white' - it has to be the emperor, whole soul and the ultimate of colors anyway - what perspective change, I gather! - but all smears of pastels and primaries, secondaries and tertiary are only enhanced against a white background. Right?

So I freeze there, in the cosmic intelligence, in the vast, unfathomable cryptic code that goes into bringing the universe into existence and symbolically, my eye span only notices the space above reducing the perfectly paved grey roads, the bright trailing automobile lights, the traffic, the concrete edifices and the florescent road signs to a meager after thought of the sprawling space above - kind of like a denotation of the speck this earth becomes in the big picture.
"It's a stage" someone smart opined "and we are acting our parts" - may be that awareness in the background puts things in perspective and lifts the clouds of ignorance. May be that awareness is the one that our race needs.

Pictured - My smart phone's capture of the infinite.