Who knows what these rings have witnessed? It has seen history unfold. It has heard the wind tell it stories over many moons. Many seasons. Many years. The ages.
The absolute beginning.
The Centrepoint. The Axis Mundi. The Fountainhead.
The most primordial. The most primal.
It’s my haven. My sanctuary. My sanity, my solace, my succour.
There’s a certain stillness in the air,
there’s a certain calmness in the heart.
Grateful to God to be here again.
So stubborn is desire
Will you be my companion?
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