I woke up this morning, everything suddenly was clear, transparent in my mind, in my eyes. And I knew that the smoke had gone. I have had the answers for my doubts, my questions, my uncertainty.
I was in the smoggy, unclear state for many weeks that I could not tell clearly what it was, what was going on to me. I have gone through it. And I know that I have passed by the stage of unclarity, confusing, blurring clouds. It is the ending of the process, of the pathway. I call it the peak of death. And the death will bring about some other blossoms, some lesson, some calmness. If death does not come, how will new life grow up and bloom?
New door is opening
