Don’t be Deceived by Blue Clouds Disguising Themselves as Sky

Clouds, blue clouds disguising themselves as sky.

If we extrapolate this, can we find an equivalent analogy in thoughts and consciousness?

Thoughts are like clouds in the sky of consciousness, right?

As a child, I’d lie on my back in the grass, watching clouds morph into dragons, castles, and faces. Each shape felt real for a moment, then dissolved.

Isn’t that how thoughts work too?

They seem so solid—until they drift away.

Like the blue clouds above, thoughts can also disguise themselves as consciousness or the self, right?

So many blue clouds merging and flowing into one another give the impression of a blue sky. Likewise, so many thoughts flowing one after another give the impression of a self.

Sleepless night full of racing thoughts

Notice, on a silent night when you can’t sleep, how racing, intrusive thoughts won’t leave you alone. Just slowly notice the procession and succession of thoughts.

And you will notice that the ending of one thought quite often overlaps with the starting of the next thought.

Rarely is there a gap between two thoughts. That gap, momentary gap is bliss. Because in that gap consciousness reveals itself.

The gap you feel when you laugh wholeheartedly, while making love, bungee-jumping or any adventure sport, and so on…

Thought is very deceptive like a chameleon

It might lead us to think that the thought of bliss is bliss itself.

Let me tell you a short story to elaborate how thought changes colour:

A cafe moment:
One afternoon, I was sitting in a café, consumed by worries about work. The world seemed painted in anxiety—every sound and glance felt heavy.

Then my partner walked in and made me laugh. Instantly, my thoughts shifted, and the world felt light, almost blissful.

It was tempting to believe that this new feeling was pure bliss.

But was it? Or was it just my thoughts changing colour again, disguising themselves as bliss?

That’s the trick: the thought of bliss can feel like bliss itself, but it’s just another thought.

Likewise, when you get high you might be tempted to say, "i experienced bliss".

When, in fact, the experience itself is a conditioned, coloured, and ‘clothed’ thought.

In the end, your bliss experience is also a thought.

Bliss is not an experience

Not an experience, not a feeling.

However, we have to use a word that goes well with the word 'bliss'. So we use the word 'experience' or 'feel'.

But eventually, it is just a thought, and thought can never be ‘bliss’ or ‘consciousness’. Just like a cloud can never be the sky no matter how blue the cloud is.

It is all an illusion—a very real illusion.

A personal story to drive the point home:

Chasing bliss...
Years ago, I chased bliss through travel, music, and meditation (I still do from time to time).

I remember sitting atop a mountain, convinced I’d finally “felt” it—a rush of peace, a sense of arrival.

But the moment passed. The feeling faded, replaced by a new desire, a new thought.

Each time I tried to grasp bliss, it slipped away, revealing itself as just another fleeting experience. In the end, what I called bliss was only a thought dressed up as something special.

The real thing—if it exists—isn’t something you can catch or name.

It’s the sky behind all clouds.

A parting thought and few questions

So Explorers, if bliss isn’t a feeling, and thoughts are just clouds passing in the sky of consciousness, what are we really chasing?

Is it possible to rest in the sky itself, beyond the parade of clouds?

Have you ever glimpsed that clear space—however briefly?

What tricks do your thoughts play on you, and do you ever catch them in the act?

I’d love to hear your own stories or reflections.