In the Mists

There is beauty in the mist.

The way it wraps around the trees

and envelopes everything in haze.

It keeps its silence as it moves, shifts, grows and sputters.

Silently going around objects and coming back.

Like incense it rises and gives way to the light.

All of it rising and never falling down.

Lifting the cloak of discovery of colors.

May we go into this silence and burrow in it.

Let it envelope us and keep us.

Let it smell of incense and rise as our prayer.

Letting go of all that wishes to grab our attention.

Let it go and float and rise into a discovery.

Love has been around us in beautiful color.