Circumspecting the Intellect – a Journey to the Heartland

Photo by Artist Aleksandra Kerzhentceva.  Check her out at http://www.kerzhentceva.com/
Photo by Artist Aleksandra Kerzhentceva. Check her out at http://www.kerzhentceva.com/

The steps were skinny
and the railing
low.
The building was at least
60 stories
so how did this pass
any kind of safety inspection
he thought.
Focusing solely
on the steps
he tried to keep walking
and not look down
but it seemed
that the stairway
just kept wrapping
around and around
as they descended
from a height
that he didn’t even
remember climbing.
He could hear the waves
of the ocean
as it smashed against
the rocks lining the shore.
Funny
since they were
in the city.
This was only their
third time out
but already she was
trying to introduce him
to the “ancient.”
Gain shit, he thought.
She needed to
stop teasing him
and find some
new age
like minded hippie
to sippie that slop up with.
I’m too busy
to entertain that mythical
road to peace
feast on the
burden of your soul
nonsense.
This was supposed to be
a good time
in my spare
rare to find time.
And you got me meditating
when I don’t even believe
in God.
But in the silence
violence within his mind
began to subside.
What were these tears
falling from his eyes
like tiny specks of life
that were racing for freedom
from the vault of which
he was the keeper?
Weaker became his resistance
to those troublesome
feminine qualities
that were of no use to
his ultimate goal
of being the king
of his world.
As his heart flowed
in rhythm with the waves
he could no longer tell
which sound was the ocean’s
and which was his own.
Excited, he asked her
where they were going
and lovingly she smiled
and answered,
“Home.”

4 Comments

  1. “This was supposed to be / a good time / in my spare / rare to find time. / And you got me meditating / when I don’t even believe / in God. / But in the silence” great turn of phrase here and so True

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