In the Mist...

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When I woke up
I wasn't sure if
I was awake 
or dreaming.
Dawn hadn't broken
but night too chose
to withdraw.
Was it peace
or silence,
I couldn't make out.
Love that I received
also seemed 
like the other's 
need for pleasure.
The present moment
is so precious
that it just slips out
of your grasp.
A faint light
glimmers in the
mist
almost
painting my whole
life in that moment.

Humming...

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The mist of existence 
shows openings
The rocks of convention
have become slippery
Only the vines keep
company unfailingly
There is a freshness 
hanging in the air
that comes from 
breezes of yonder.
My mind is humming
a tune that's 
in search of a song
of hope without
an anchor
and of love 
without 
any guarantee
of fulfilment.

Wrapped in mist...

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Everything outside
wrapped in mist,
inside covered by mist
of memories piled
up, pain mixed
with pleasure
and doubts 
folding certainties.
I am all flakes of snow
falling all over
not needing to hold 
together 
my fragments of 
freedom
from the tyranny
of convention.
Let the mist grow 
to disappear.