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
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