Clarity sometimes starts like a cloud, or better yet a dense fog.

Feels that way.

Forced to experience the realness of now.  Feeling Truth without vision.

The effect, disorienting and bewildering.

Heavy and blinding.  

Leaving the attentive no choice but to turn within and allow all that which has shown itself, felt but unseen to remain.

To remain separate from the privilege of heart tugging

To remain only long enough for the lucky to avoid being consumed and the wise to remember.

The fog remains just until Truth is felt and recognized on a deeper level.

Truth is, I am already ok.