All Things Considered

The cold early morning dew has revealed what has been hidden from my eyes. Yes, an eye opener, the Web of Life, a web so gracefully and powerfully woven and yet it is, but a trap for the unsuspecting fool. But, I see the light as Light reveals all that is.

The web has been freshly made, but the maker of the web reveals herself not. What fool cannot see, that this web is waiting in patience for thee.

The cold air strikes a balance with the moisture as it drifts upwards from the water's edge. Only for a short while can one see this fog, the Mist of Mystery and Pleasure. Can this pleasure only be mine. What lies there, lurking in the Shadowy Mist, that which you keep there under Lock and Key. Those that walk through this fog, do they see the fog that clouds their vision. I fear not, as most go charging forward without a thought of what they do to themselves and those that abide around them. Only for a moment, if they could stop and look, they would see all that drags them down into the heaviness of the fog. But alas, it will soon become invisible that which is a drag on your being and you shall go charging forth as if you knew wharest you are going, but reality being what it is, you can shield most all from seeing the pain that you harbor, lest you have to deal with your pain. Maybe this pain is the comfort that drives you like a curse. It could be different, if you could only release that which pains you.

The air is cold and penetrating through the thinness of my shirt. It chills me to the bone. The sun but a bright spot, slowly as it makes it's way into the day, it's Light to bring warmth to all that will boldly go forth on this day. It shall dispell the heavy mist that shields all from it's Light. May this be another beautiful day, which transforms the darkness into the Light of the Day.

So Mote It Be.