The Mystery

Everything is swallowed by a thick fog..

Everything, spare this brilliant red gate standing before me.
I know that beyond this gate there are great wide waters..
Slowly I walk through the mist into the mystery...

I think of words by Rumi:
"Be empty of worrying,
Think of who created thought!
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?"


 

Sally MeredithComment