Golden Mist

The mist reached down to where the enlightened one stood

She looked up to marvel at it

And realized that it wasn’t really there

It was a trick of the light

A trick played on her senses

Just like tricks had been played on her before

The air could not glow

It was how the sunlight was hitting it

Despite how it might look otherwise

That was the truth

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