burden. 25 april 2020
a hut at the edge of a forest. it had no door and was dark on the inside.
i stepped into the hut to get out of the elements.
inside, i sat down on the floor, the entrance on my right.
something in the corner to my left had a halo glow. a staff with a three-pronged headpiece moved in the illuminated shadow.
it asked what dirt i brought inside.
“arrogance and impatience,” i answered.
the clangor of bells and gongs filled the space.
something hot yet cold touched my forehead.
it said if i kept walking the dirt would wash away, that anger was water.