Clarity

Not a goal or a state that is somewhere out there

But right here

Right now

Closer than close

Only covered with a thick layer of the dust of forgetting

Greasy coats of conditioning

Painted with concepts and beliefs

Flavored with fears and childhood tears

Salted with the wounds of being human

Drowned by the desire for comfort and escape

Cluttered with a hoard of objects we thought would bring us satisfaction

Among other things

Maybe clarity isn’t a thing at all

But a kind of process

A recognition

Somehow related to

Simplicity

Lightness

Less

Emptiness

Silence

Being

A no thing that, when we go to drink from the stream

And scoop lightly

The water tastes pure and life-giving

Fresh and clean