Life through the Fog

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.