Reading The Mist...

The soft glow of existence surrounds us,
Blanket of mist and salt and light,
Where we were rivers flowing to sea,
As we swim tiredly upstream,
Or peacefully down,
Struggle or merge we learn,
There is nothing and no being,
Not a thing untouched by motion,
It is all apiece and in place.

See the world as sacred or dead,
You become your envisioning.

What that was created can not be filled of the Spirit of that creation,
Therefore interconnected as one,
Yet dreaming as many?

Walk the path that you see,
For there is no escape from your own footsteps,
And the journey is the goal.

Everything around you ever is washed in the waters of your sea-sight,
As you are in its.

You can climb mountains highest,
Yet you'll never be apart from water.

AquarianM

Reflections on Frank MacEowen's "The Mist-Filled Path."
Amazon book page for The Mist-Filled Path


We can be a tree carrying an axe,
We can be the fertile earth.


Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.