Within four walls I sit contented, contemplating a peaceful return but I'm waiting for a moment to permit worthy action; to the East the closet doors smile gently through the cracks of shallow shadow to the South the credenza drawers emit an antique aura of stale bounty to the West window glass gleams with manufactured… Continue reading Knock at the Door
Category: ritual
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Toss away your wand and set aside your sword, my friends. Shake off knowledge, and bury dark excretions of your vigilance in the sand. ∞ Remove your metal, your leather, your amulets of gold, my friends. Our helmets now serve as a chalice,filled with sparkling water dancing down through the spout of Infinity. ∞ Now,… Continue reading West
