Awakening

Through the fog we see
shapes and mirages of beauty
unfocused and merely imagined at times,
we focus in on the stream of cloud
cool and shape-shifting thoughts
roll by in totality,
broken only by the rising light
that illuminates
from within.
Minutes few and chosen
we gather the time like gold pieces
beneath the depths the treasure lay,
for in words and helpfulness,
we find ourselves whole
and the ghost-like feelings
of drifting and wondering
become the stable piece
from which we jump
and soar free.

We shall be pictureless today as WP chooses not to allow me to load, perhaps thats okay as the words are built around imagining….the photo I had chosen before writing was one I took of the sun in a haze through a fog at morning. So in good humor, close your eyes and picture it I supposešŸ˜Š peace and blessings and happiest hump day my friends. K