Escaping Teh Clouds

Escaping the Clouds by Odin Roark Entering one's Now… How long the traverse. Mountainous obstacles Seem not of our creation, Yet rock hard impasses appear Where clear path seemed obvious, Now impassible. The best laid plans Swirl amidst the winds of challenge, Icing our tenacity, Whiting-out our vision, Deafening our ears to resolve. Made to stop, We seek refuge. Cower we must, Time's weather independent Unaware love's thermal core Knows but limited defense. Suffering assumes the time. We fearfully give it, Granting indecision Until we satiate. Sentience abides. Patience its virtue. The conscious Somehow realize a clearing, Both path and atmosphere Reveal survival routes. Bad weather lifts. We often know not why. A path reveals itself, Accompanied by fixed ropes of trust. Having exited the overcast, We embrace our trailhead, Willingly remove extra weight No longer needed upon our shoulders. Stripping to our nakedness We ready the entering of one's Now, That place where past and future Are but interference to being with the moment. Escape from clouds, The engulfment we mostly create within.