The Ritual 2008 Round green ground of Earth. Realizations of great girth. This jerobaum is filled with a need of urgent certainty. The wind whirls by silently. Thoughts pass, from present to past. It's coming into shape at last. I'm comfortably drifting, and this curtain is lifting. Please, please show yourself, stop this painful teasing. It's always been a hazy idea, but soon I'll be seeing, What's in need of being habitual, born of this silent ritual. My answer is ready to birth. Given to me, with no question, from this round green ground of Earth. A.E.