Where fog meets mist

In the smoky twilight of the morning,
Flowing serenely, the cool winter breeze
Pats me right beside my shoulder,
Leaving slight finger prints…
And I wake up.
With my void,
Within and around,
Fulfilling and sufficing….
In the silent silence of sleep,
I lay awake…
And look beyond my window.
Into the wrinkled black hole,
beyond all space and comprehension.


My closed eyes open,
In tranquil protest,
Seeking complete darkness,
Not mere shadows….
(Alas!) "Would my efforts
Remain unrewarded?"
And then, I see……..
Somewhere around the horizon…
Fog meets mist and…..
Rays of darkness embrace me
as I rest solemnly,
In the dark woods of sacred peace
With my void,
Within and around……..
Fulfilling and sufficing…