of the world your shoulders carry,
of the people who worry you or those you are worried about..
how can you let them all reside in a sacred place, that is meant to nurse your creator?
how can you let them take it away from you?
cleanse the ground of your thoughts,
let your feet be the only footsteps that leave a trail,
make a choice,
your silence is your only friend when all the words in the world might fail you,
cling onto it…
meet yourself at the doorsteps of solitude,
for what you can gain when you part with the world is what stays with the soil you’re made of ..