unraveling various rituals...

05 November 2017 12:00 AM

Sun splits atoms, energy cascading, sun son, the ball of light that passes ALL understanding, boom, okay, where the heck did that come from, begin again, the wall that splits two countries, Hadrian's Wall, heck the Wall of China, whatnot, but I like Hadrian's more, because that reeks of my heritage, walking through the moors, be careful stick to the path, Sherlock in his deer hunter's cap, striding through the streets of London with his loyal friend, TOBY the dog, blood hound extraordinaire I ALWAYS like Doyle for including that do in the story, the Monk sat cross-legged, eyes closed, chanting, the cross in the temple, the statue, is it a cross, or what, don't know, I first saw cross, but I'm listening to a Buddhist chant, so the image wavered doesn't matter that, I see the statue of Peter pan next to the Serpentine River, the birds flock in the water, looking for handouts, trees hanging over the water, like women in mourning, the agony aunts, mourners in the Islam Temple, sitting Shiva, sitting in a week long meditation after a person has passed, that to me is a not tradition, a quiet reflection on someone's life, I like the quiet, and the leaves are falling from the trees next to the patio, the steps are stone, and ornate, I like the bridge up ahead, I wonder who carved that stone, the birds are flying overhead, let's lean against the standing stones, Namaste...