Monday, October 27, 2025

Misty Mountain Magic

 



 
Through the mist at the foothills of the mountains
the distance between conscious and subconscious disappears,
melding into one glorious vision created by surrender to what is.

Remembrance floods into my being, I can feel the tendrils of time loosening
and the memories of long forgotten ages emerge, tentatively,
gently reaching out, touching my earthbound soul.

I yield to both known and unknown, let it swirl through me,
forming new pathways and patterns, streaks of light and colour
lighting up my spirit and being as I renounce the old and familiar,
to delve with hope and exhilaration into the stillness,
new truths, freedom, release, relieving the pressure that has been building,
building, building… may I stay in this moment, in this time,
absorb it wholly, slowly, into my being, to stay, forever.
 
 

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