Cloud Formations

Will I see only the clouds or the huge triangles of team-worked geese flying between them?
Will I notice the clear light behind the false?
Will I feel what inhabits me as I inhabit cosmic heart?

Some days call for Joni Mitchell ~
”Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I’ve looked at clouds that way…

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all”

I’ve watched in horrified awe as afternoon chemtrails streak Colorado blue skies,
then, again, as morning formations mimic mountain ranges, hide crafts, and layer themselves
as background for flights of geese, whose trajectory is the sun.

What is going on up there?

Rising light burns off heavy, grey layer, rippled by wind like a velvet curtain.

Will we buy into suppression or rise with the light?

What is going on down here?
Can circling geese and rising sun mitigate the illusion of heaviness?
I believe so. What do you believe?

As the chop ampllifies, so does the truth and the light.

Where does your core alignment lie? The Solstice is coming. The sky lightens as our part of the world greets the day.
May we rise to the occasion.

Stream well, O morphing ones!