Sitting

When one can not

find an exit in the fog,

one might stop,

sit in meditation,

in quiet contemplation.

In doing so, one can

discover unexpected moments

with a beauty all their own.

To survive the fog,

one must be willing

to become oneself,

to trust.

Like a blind dog, running

headlong into the dark,

one must accept whatever comes,

including the brilliant phosphorescence

of a new way of seeing the world.

To escape the pea soup

of not knowing,

simply make room for everything,

joy, grief, misery, relief.

As a spider weaving a web,

starting from nothing,

first grasp the difference

between silence

and simply being quiet.