A Clear Mist

Ah yes it is indeed the weary body
that overflows into the mind.
Tonight shall I rest deep.

Tomorrow let us see what springs into action.
Perhaps a day of toil in the fields,
or one of wrestling with thoughts.

I can see
a day not long will come,
where motion shall ebb,
not out of drama and fatigue,
but out of understanding.

As the winters fog deepens
and the trees become engulfed,
a quiet silence is settling in.

What can move in the mist?
Yet clarity is so fine and pure