Weightless, wonderful and all consuming,
seasonal, limited but all surrounding,
covering, hovering and very limiting,
so beautiful, so pure and embracing.
These thoughts in my mind were racing,
as through a fog bank I was pacing.
But it all began with an overpowering dread,
all was white and i couldn't see ahead.
I didn't know if any soul was near,
nobody, for a long time, I could hear.
Till the time I could calm my fear,
I kept wondering what I was doing here.
As I found some nerve in this, new to me, place,
I felt there was a sense of serenity to this space.
Unfreezing my sole I took a few steps,
through the soul a sense of enlightenment crept.
Few lessons of life abruptly rose from the scare,
although some may say they were always there.
Moving onwards passed an old man,
turning around I don't see where he stands.
Just as in life it reflects about the past,
dwell not, but remember, and let it pass.
Pondering upon it I paused and looked,
for not letting it sink in it would take a crook.
Looking on ahead I began to wonder,
It was just like facing future's thunder.
We can be careful, bright and lay a good plan,
it still stays uncertain no matter how much we scan.
As I stare into this thick white blind,
it felt like liberation of the mind.
Standing there I got the vital most learning,
be mindful of the place on which standing,
and there was no need to look behind or forward to a yearning.
One needs to focus on their present time,
because a seer you are not and living in the past a crime,
just step sure with a smile on the lips and in heart a hymn.
It was twice the dearth of clarity got me to stop,
each time message was - careful before you hop,
as important is caution never fear should you opt.
As a youngling my father told me this, sitting on a cot,
son the life is a mystery to be tread not a sucking bog,
somewhere i feel he too must have seen, life through the fog.
