In the mist
All light disappears
In the mist
All things are indistinct
In the mist
Wisps move and glide
Bending and slowing the feeling of time
No way is clear in the mist
No path is any better or worse than another
Instincts are all there is in the mist
Even sound travels differently
Be aware of your heartbeat and your own breath
In the mist instincts are your compass
This is the land between worlds
The mist is a place where all things meet
Some call it the void
Others the great clouds
The rainbow bridge
An island out of time and space
The meeting place for spirit and heart
The mist we journey to before entering the spirit land
The transition space between worlds
The mist is where we let go and become soul
The Mist is where we return home.
Becoming one with everything once more
About the Creator
Donna Morgan
I am a lover of the mystical the magical and the spiritual.
I write to help others awaken to their awareness of self by interpreting feelings or deeper insights others may not know how to voice
I love to write it is my soul's work.
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