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Tuesday, July 26, 2016


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.

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