(Freewrite with raven)

Peace your speak, let not your passions remain, send forth swiftly.

Let the passions fade away into a deep void of blue, you under the ice and over world affairs and women and lust. You used your passion as leverage, hoisting you up the holy mountain. And again you used the weight of your passions to jump off the cliff and break the ice, the weight as a sink stone allowing you to venture depths not for the feint of heart. And now down here in a state of elevation a brief glimpse of profound charity for the world and its shortcomings. You accept reality in its entirety and for the first time experience true joy. You relinquish all passions that drove your noggin and said to yourself ‘as a thing falls, so it lies.’ You could’ve sworn you heard yourself laugh -a  light chuckle. The hot pain in your icy lungs provided a state of ecstasy. If only I could tell the world of these things , a change of tone. Not heart. Your gifts stay in your tomb, sanctifying you more than egyptian pharaohs. You drift into better things as you fade into a deep state, unbothered by the thought that no one will find your vessel. Let the fish have something to chew on. A final thought, in your lane. Happy. Focused. Peace your speak let not your passions remain, send forth swiftly.