Into the Mist

The more I come closerto understandingthe depth insideI realize that I amlooking into the mistof something that hasno beginning or ending.It's a fog that dreams it awaywith impressions,sensations,assurance,all reaping what has been sown.The rarities are engraved inidyllic representationsof what I see and what I don't  --all abstractions of my persona.These ideas, notions of sorts,get distracted in the distance.As I get closer to reaching themI see a vacancy --an empty meadowawaiting my arrival.My spirit is voided,held by Divinity,and in the mistI witnessthe full capacity of love,compassion,truth,and all that seems ignoredthrough the hazeof belief…into the arms of God.