Feel the heavy shroud of the mist
Never anything conclusive to bite into
Here and there clarity strikes
Then the mist descends again
Yes its always misty here
We think we know; but what do we know?
Inevitably more questions
Always with more inadequate answers
How the mist hovers!
The desire for clarity burns
Will always burn
The need to know pulls
A pull as old as time itself
As the perpetual mist lingers
The mind turns, churns, yearns
In frustrated grasping
For a moment it catches a glimpse
Almost like a whisper
But the mist whispers louder
Many have probed and fumbled for answers
With slow realization each have surrendered
To the power of the misty nether
A world the mists holds familiar
The Dream is real
Yet what seems real is also the dream
Try to unravel it and you become unravelled
There is no penetrating unless you embrace it
You can embrace the mist but never fully grasp it
No amount of gazing at the stars will reveal the answers
The Trees, they happily hold their quiet council
The ocean always an abyss of mystery and fascination
Who knows the secret of the mist
Zealous guardian of ancient wisdom
Hold still, If you do it lifts for a few
Just enough to be sampled and savoured
Baring the coveted treasures all yearns to plunder
Lo the mist will forever be a wonder
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