So many clouds
between me and you.
So much smoke
between me and the answer
of what I’m to do.
Decisions to make.
Opinions to sort.
Actions to take.
Wanting clarity, wanting ease.
Yet, the harder I try
the heavier the fog.
And then I laugh, once again
at my attempts to “right” my way to the other side
at my unwillingness to simply stand in the fog
and let it permeate all my senses
without judgement, without an agenda.
I finally surrender
and see the illusion for what it is
and from a very different Source than before
I am able, in this moment,
to discern right action.
- Patti Wardlaw