Through the Mist

Sometimes fog descends to earth, wrapping the road in soft white shrouds like pillows. A car, moving along, suddenly plunges into that mist—distant vision vanishes, the eyes trapped within a small circle of the immediate.

At first the nerves grow restless, thoughts freeze, but slowly it becomes clear—thinking isn't possible, only attention matters. This state feels like entering an unknown meditation hall, where the only way forward is to accept the terms and surrender completely.

Then magic happens. The moment the fog lifts, an entirely new horizon reveals itself—everything appears as if on a high-definition screen, in incomparable clarity.

Enlightenment is much the same. After piercing through ignorance's fog, life becomes illuminated with a new radiance. An invisible compass is installed upon the mind, as if hidden in the folds of hair are an angel's five fingers, forever showing the way. Just as fog conceals the path, ignorance veils consciousness. But once you emerge—everything becomes clear, luminous, and new.