Misty Morning Meditation

Wrapped in a blanket I look to the window,

my sight limited by what the fog has decided to show.

As I make out shapes and forms,

I can almost hear a distant horn.

Soft shadows revealing themselves,

in this early morning I walk by myself.

A gentle mist cooling my face,

as I move forward at a slow pace.

I know what lies in its dark corners,

but I no longer fear these murmurs.

Although in the mist I cannot see,

I know now to just Be.



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