The Clouds Inside - by Benjamin Wardell

I wanted to share a beautiful poem that fell upon me last night at a program by the NW Dance Project. Benjamin Wardell is a contemporary dancer who wrote the poem The Clouds Inside. The NW Dance Project took the poem as a platform for one of their dances. The link to the dance is provided if anyone is interested. It is incredibly moving. After an introductory dance, the more significant movement starts at about 4 minutes in and is accompanied by the poem. It seemed to wrap up my experience with this 4-week webinar. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnjbkEFhOvI 

‘The Clouds Inside’ by Benjamin Wardell

 

 

It seems to me that of everything in the world we are most like clouds; drifting condensations continually torn apart and reformed by the patterns of atmospheric wind.

 

We are ephemeral collections of water and dust afloat in a world of immaterial forces that are greater and stronger than our substance. Our malleability alone preserves us through environments too insubstantial to uphold or sustain a solid being. What function does the vapor we call experience serve if not that of the air in my lungs or the wind blowing holes in the belly of a passing cloud? It is a thing both outside and in, inflating and compressing. It pushes us forward, pulls us down, lifts us up or holds us in place. Experience is the non-substance seen only in a swirl of the slight matter we call a body. An exhalation blowing streams in the fog that is our life.

 

Our shapes are found in the minds of our observers, and through outside eyes we achieve and hold any imaginable form. But from within our shapes are indiscernible in their inconstancy and unable to find completion before a glancing breeze diverts their intent.

 

We like clouds have a view of the world stretched out in all directions. And like clouds, we are blind to our own perspective. So engrossed in the intricacy of our smallest mutations that we do not see our shadow on the fields or the waters of our birth and death in the distances.

 

When blown together, we find unity with each other. When pulled apart, we remain inside each other. When gathered in cities, we bring the grayness of an overcast day. When gathered in masses, we bring the foreboding danger of sudden, unavoidable, forcible change. The static of our relationships is the lightning of our interactions, and the gales of our conflict create the hailstones of malice, resentment and contempt.

 

We are the apex of a cycle. A gathering of the evaporations of thought from the thick waters of possibility with the hope that our actions will rain upon the ground below and nourish the world around.

 

Our beauty is inherent. It is found in our delicacy and the power that delicacy sustains. It is found in the promise of our whiteness toward the function of our darkness. We are entirely different when viewed from below than when viewed from above and most blinding and hazardous when viewed from within. And our glory is most strikingly overwhelming when ablaze with the setting sunlight of bonding, binding and pervasive love.

 

But through all these points exists one large difference, in and from which come every small departure. While we can see much about the clouds in us, they cannot see any of us in themselves.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnjbkEFhOvI

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  • Thanks for sharing this, Sharon. What an amazing tapestry of images. I feel them in my body when I read, as they resonate with the inner poetry I carry inside. Truly lovely!

    • Thanks Sharon for the u tube/I love the idea of the clouds inside/like the snow that is falling within us/Jung's psychoid archetype is that place where the elements of nature--clouds, wind, green, fox, bear, ice etc--are also the elements of Psyche

      Robert

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