fog interweaves
with morning air
fog As I walk
with guide dog Ari
fog and trust are all
that bind us together
that keep us planted
in the world
day follows day
unseen footsteps
mystic impressions,
bruises beyond explanation.
fog and trust and
love
are all we have,
are All we are.
Jewniquely Myself 
Gentle beautiful words — it gets more and more sublime until the end, Oh the end – i love the end — trust and love is all we are — are we fog too, my sweet friend?
Oh, sweet Krishnapriya, your questions and comments always make me think so deeply, sometimes so differently about things. This piece is actually part of a longer poem, and I think fog was meant to mean material existence, or the world of sensory impressions. But reading it again through your question, fog might also mean how we perceive one another, ourselves. What do you think? Blessings and hugs to you!
Yes, that feels so right — the fog of sensory impressions….really, they fool us sometimes and we take them to be the ultimate truth but they are the fog – beneath the light of sweet eternity – love and smiles! 🙂 Thank you. 🙂
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Thank you, Patty!