As The Fog Lifts…
When I am stripped naked and raw by Life
I have learned to not wait so long
Before journeying inward to my
Self of Wisdom…
There are times that I sit at my altar
Black and white marbled composition notebook and
Uniball pen in hand…
Waiting…
At other times
I seek answers from You
With a toss of the coins and I Ching text
Close at hand…
As the fog lifts
I learn to come to You directly…immediately…
Before my throat constricts and begins to ache with unshed tears…
Before my heart breaks from the weight of hidden matters
That grow heavier with neglect and inattention…
As the fog lifts
I learn to come to You
Without the hesitation… mistrust…disbelief…fears and doubts
That used to sully our relationship…
Blocking the outer signs…inner signals…urges…people…opportunities
And mysterious inner knowings that now pour into consciousness
Faster than a New York minute…
And poof…another obstacle removed…
Another victory over pain…humiliation…and mis-comprehensions…
Perfect solutions unfolding one by one in perfect order…
From the inside out…as the fog lifts…and I move smoothly on…