May Moon Mist

May Moon Mist

Soft and Cool the Misty Veil Conceals the Golden Glory of Solar Fire

Wandering aimlessly among the rippling waves of anxiety, another foreboding mist

Concealed is the fiery glow of focus and purpose, the Might of Will

Days and Nights go by and what have we done? What have we become?

What we are doing and being now is all that matters in our worlds in tatters

Plans and schemes are often the means to fill the gaps between

   how things are and how things seem

The Cool Flow of Evening hides the Warm Fire of Morning

The heaviness of satiation and fatigue hides the crest of the harness of potential energy

The veils of change mask the sweet illusion of continuity

Feelings come and go yet we follow them as they fade into the mist

And we wake up wondering how we got here

It is so easy to forget the Sun when the mist casts its wet shadow

The Sun knows no decline laughing its rays behind the misty gray

The Sun knows no Gloomy Day above the clouds

Just so the play of toxic emotions casts blinders about us

Even thought hides truth in the false promises of words

We engage the world with our senses we students of pleasure and pain

From this comes that, and we scan for plan, pattern, and model

Anomaly and contrast call our notice like the bright flower calls bird and bug

The Mist hides the Sun but the Sun is still there Unseen Unfelt Unknown

Causes and Conditions of our own design surround us

Our choices adorn us, Our inner voices norn us our fates

The past holds aloft the present and the present holds aloft the likely future

The past calls out to be repeated, we have the choice of whether to heed

But habit breeds like rabbit and the family is soon quite vast untended

Our children demand that we care for them and so we are leaves in the wind

   nurturing the results of our actions which follow one another in mad chains

May Moon Mist hides the Burning Summer, a fragile and tenuous operation

The transience of time intermingles with its vast depth

Such a strange illusion of big and little ensues as a speck of dust meets infinite space

Flowers color the forest for but an instant as we try to savor some moments

   that merely seem more precious than others

A beautiful place to meditate or watch the sun rise, or fall

But it rises here and falls there and time mars beauty

Fear and Beauty motivate

They are both Hopes

One to elude and the other to capture

And the sages watch as we chase our tails with great vigor

We pursue this and elude that

And Chase is the game of the day

Somewhere beyond the Veil, the Moon is planning to Rise Unseen

   and flash silvery light along the roof of the Mist

Yet the Mist can’t stem the Tides that follow the Luna

And our waters are swirled and massaged as is the Way

They say that the Spheres, the Objects, the Particles, come from Above and Beyond

And that from Below and Within come the Energy Waves

Yet it is only the pallet of Space that reveals them even to Be

To Know and to See

Thought is merely another sense-door

Words are further removed

I really want to sit in silence somewhere beyond the busy storm crisis of distraction

Perhaps I will