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Saturday, 30 August 2014

Over the mist of Life.

Life is just like the mist that is seen  for a little while and then disappears. Even when there is mist in your horizon, or your body, mind, heart, soul is hurting, eventually it will clear and bring light. At times, things don't make sense in life, things that you cannot explain or understand, no matter how hard you try, but like mist it may just vanish.  You cannot hold or cling to them, nor keep in a treasure box. Some things in life are inevitable,  they  come like the mist and disappear.

On certain days, the same mist is beautiful and breathtaking, making fascinating masterpieces pleasing the beholder forming clouds of different form and colour. Sometimes you just look at the sky and you see them change into splendid forms and giving a portrayal of magnificence for poetry or a painting. You may be enshrouded by mist or clouds, that is veiled and beautiful leaving you amazed at its breathtaking beauty. What 'sun' is to the clouds and the mist, is our 'attitude' towards life. The mist of life can end anywhere, because you are just a whiff of the mist, that catches the light of the sun before it disappears.

Mist is a  blurred vision of something real and true in life, that cannot be understood or not meant to be understood. It is  mystic but natural, more than what can be seen in the horizon and a force that connects everything in life. The mist in the sky disappears as the sun's light enters,painting the sky with beautiful colours, illuminating it with a brightness and its shining rays with changing scenes of splendor.

Some of your most magical times of a day may be the early morning, when the whole universe is just waking up,  mist covered around you with faint light seeping in,  a whiff of cool breeze  caressing you,  getting out to the surrounding nature to see,  enjoy  and forget yourself in its beauty.It is bliss watching different shapes appear from the mist as it hovers above you,   in silence moving on in its morning spree and inhaling  that fresh misty air makes you fresh and alive as it shrouds your way with a ghostly glee. There is something strange about the mist, drifting in its beauty, that is magical.

Capture the morning mist that is beauty at its best. A misty morning is quiet and beautiful with the sun just rising and coming up. It is a joy riding or walking  through the mist and then the sun's rays clearing  up your path. The beauty of mist is incredible and coming out of a mist filled path of life too is mysterious and magical.


1 comment:

Silhouettes said...

The words Mist,Myth, mythical and mystical often evokes more or less similar thought streams.The mystery,the unknown side of anything always intrigues.Beautifully penned write up..