A retreat has many aspects,
For filtering light through dark,
For filling empty vessels,
Or nurturing a random spark.
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No rights or wrongs coming into play,
Blurred notions partly seen.
Neither retreating from, nor retreating to;
But someplace in-between.
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Musings evoked with no shores or boundaries.
The fragile nature of undeveloped thoughts,
Allowing blindness before revelation,
With pristine notions challenged,
By unfettered imagination.
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Beneath, some great wheel turns, stirring atoms.
Puzzled molecules searching for a home,
Some final way of bringing clarity to introspection,
Ultimate outcomes only partly known.
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A triumph in the unmuting of fluttering thoughts,
Buzzing softly in the silence of the brain.
Past moments providing fuel,
For ordered pieces to remain.
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A quiet corner causing thoughts to burgeon,
And yet volatile, with notions breaching.
The constant unravelling of puzzlements,
Whatever the clues are teaching.
With this special time to pause and review,
Drawn into a world of musing.
A passive struggle finding joy within,
An uplifting domain of one’s choosing.
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Mundane mental energy renewed,
Baring witness to ideas hid in shadow.
Hatching speculations from their shells,
Thoughts that float both deep and shallow.
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Through a tangled web of gossamer threads,
Subtleties clearly seen.
Contents unspoken, but captured,
Both on paper and on screen.
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Views and perceptions picked apart,
While struggling to the core.
Childlike mental explorations,
Maturing more and more.
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Within these aspects of a retreat,
Internal scrutiny apart,
Well beyond any written creation,
There is ethos… a la carte!