Thoughts flow clearest best when the present is possible to be drowned
running motors; howling winds; raging storms; brutal workouts; crashing water….
it seems hard to reach that temple inside
there was such peace within the cool stone interiors of the cathedrals
I recall the serenity —but not from their priests
because rituals are excuses to —avoid—and the serenity I also did find amongst the Druid groves
and perhaps it was even stronger amongst those woods and forest floors where the dark green moss grew by the kelpies’ ponds
rituals are incantations to keep minds from questioning ….how often I have used this to keep going in the face of despair
….how long have I been sunk within that morass
like I’m waiting ….still…. when is it time to give up that ghost? I wonder
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