Amid The Myst
The color of gray was the same color that I had been seeing whenever I meditated about the future....
I didn't know what this meant. Though it was constant.
Did this mean that I had no future... that there was no future? Within each of those internal questions were the fears about that being true.
Peace was always there in my meditations -- and peacefulness was where I would always return... when I moved through all the fears evident from my internal questions -- Yet the future was still gray.
Then... It hit me Mist! "Myst" Mystery....
Grey - Like fog... vapors.... unformed.... unknown... unknowable...
When past is clear - well formed, seen, and known from understanding all my old choices then... My future is yet to be formed.
If I'm to live, If I'm living in
the unformed vapors of my breaths
To be seeing gray when looking ahead.... on a planet of choice was a good thing, for it meant living fully in the present.
The future mine to make --- form --- gather ...
my own thoughts, hope, and dreams
sent to intermingle with others thoughts, hopes, dreams....
The question then ~ is simple ...Do I fear the gray
the unformed unknown unknownable
And my answer...
and mine each moment to experience ...
Amid the Myst
"Amid the Myst" © 2001 by D'Aurelia.
Adapted from the orginal poem "The Myst" © 1999 D'Aurelia
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