First light in India. The fog is so thick you can’t see your hand in front of you. It reminds me of Moby Dick and the description of the “great white” fog. I guess India wants to reveal herself to us slowly.
We travel again on the bus and a two hour ride takes five since the fog is so heavy. We creep along sitting inside this veil of milky whiteness that surrounds us. I feel like I’m shrouded. Like I’ve entered the Void itself. It has an ethereal quality to it like the Gods sent it to us for some deeper purpose.
Eventually it begins to lift and I catch glimpses of the promise of things to come. We wish for all things to be revealed at once for enlightenment to just appear. For the journey to be faster, easier, to arrive at the thing, without fully realizing we already are what we are looking for, just as we are. Fog or no fog, that’s crystal clear.
The road so far rough and rocky
Path unclear from the very start
Compass broken no direction
I stumble on inside my heart