The more I come closer
to understanding
the depth inside
I realize that I am
looking into the mist
of something that has
no beginning or ending.
It’s a fog that dreams it away
with impressions,
sensations,
assurance,
all reaping what has been sown.
The rarities are engraved in
idyllic representations
of 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 them
I see a vacancy —
an empty meadow
awaiting my arrival.
My spirit is voided,
held by Divinity,
and in the mist
I witness
the full capacity of love,
compassion,
truth,
and all that seems ignored
through the haze
of belief…
into the arms of God.
Just beautiful, Millie. Thank you. I really enjoyed reading this. Love, Amy
You are heaven sent. Thank YOU.
Takes one to know one, Millie. (smile) (((HUGS))) Amy
a lovely discovery piece
Aw!!!! Many thanks.