The Ride

Movement from closed-in chaos into open spaces

Photo by Alin Gavriliuc on Unsplash

Some ride for exercise.
I ride for ritual.

Every turn of the pedals takes me farther from noise and closer to the quiet place where my mind opens wide.

This is that journey. Care to tag along? —Liora

The Ride

Deep breath in
Pull gloves on
Time to leave chaos behind

Been so near
Pressure mounting
Things weigh heavy on my mind

Spin about
Check my tires
Stow the gear I have accrued

Damp dust down
Blue and black
Make surface shiny and new

My ritual
To take flight
All things practiced now abate

Open door
The road calls
Time to fly; the winds await

Breathe in deep
Lock the door
Locking my tame self inside

Hit the road
Find the path
Feel my spirit stretch out wide

Become fierce
Free in soul
Like birds in air, taking flight

Climb the hill
Pedal hard
Topping summit, what a sight

Dive downward
Faster now
Racing all my cares away

Signs of life
Scurry near
Pleasure fills me as they play

Society
Drops away
Sounds of nature fill my ears

Bracing winds
Brush my face
Sweep cares away, tension clears

Over bridge
Time to move
Ready now for wonder wild

As I pedal
Heart expands
Freed: my hidden inner child

Eagle soars
Above nest
Breakfast can’t be far away

Waters rush
Babbling louder
Frothing eddies on display

Pass the last
Signs of life
People wandering on their runs

Path before me
Stretches out
Now’s my chance to have some fun

Settle in
To my rhythm
Pedaling as fast as I can go

As terrain
Shifts around
Climbing to the place I know

My brow damp
My lungs burn
My legs burning hotter still

Pushed aside
All discomfort
No thought of pain, just my will

Strip me down
Elemental
All that matters: will and breath

Detach stress
Connect soul
Movement opens up my depth

Ideas form
Sparking others
Synapses firing faster

My legs push
Keeping time
Creation: my true master

One last push
Favorite place
Solitude is so divine

Settle in
Catch my breath
Tune to spirals in my mind

Water near
Blessed soundtrack
Teases and nurtures my thoughts

Writing down
Precious insights
As each one slowly unknots

This is where
I’m happiest
Fully at peace with my life

How I wish
I could stay
But how the time always flies

— Liora
voice through fire | www.liorawrites.com

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