Clouds and Sunlight

Sometimes the questions are creations; manifestations of a confusion that doesn’t really exist. A confusion that is, rather, created by the questions themselves. When the soul sees its way clear of these dark clouds of confusion, it is as if the sun forced its bright rays through the clouds, breaking them into nothingness. Then you realize nothing really changed to create this clarity. You only recognized that the clouds were a creation of your own mind. They never really existed in the first place. The sun in all her glory was always there to be seen, to light the way.