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.