A mist so thick and heavy it seems to grow from the ground
Hangs a veil over sight and amplifies sound
When vision is unable to see the folds of land afar
It becomes an intimate blanket caressing and embracing each cut, tear and scar
Sending inwards a loving embrace
Feeling connection with the only one my face cannot face
Izak Buys
Buddhist Retreat Centre, Sept 2017
© Izak Buys