Thoughts In The Mist

a poem

As the time of dawn approaches or the dusk falls the mind wonders…

Who am I? Why I am here?

That path, that opening, going yonder to those mysterious places, no one knows about, I can see it, right there, disappearing in the mist.

Oh, where would it lead us to?

The call from the far away horizons, where the sun sets to rise again, Can I hear it?

Did I come from there, am I going there, out there, or am I just standing still?

Yes, it is misty, here, where I am. There is confusion, there is uncertainty.

Am I a tree of life, or just a dead tree? Is this my mind, or the world?

Did I think it? Can I think, still?