Hiking through the range of ocean crests, the search continues for either peace or guru of guidance.

Atop the next peak, a spirit-sprite waves a welcome.

Seeker, breathlessly unable to even utter a holophrase, pleads with lead eyes to Gandalfian figure: “teach”.

Doubts bubble regarding sage advice received. If life has pulled sagathy over vision, clarity is released by tossing the blinds in the wash?

Unsure if the nostrum tips towards the literal or metaphorical, traveller sinks into the sea, letting currents both buoy and cleanse.

Surrounded by a visualizer of water-mounts and ears filled with splash, the silent disco for one clarifies the lesson: we are at peace when we are placed pieces, when we see purpose in our impediments, when we attempt to baptise ourselves rather than our barriers. : )

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