I read once that priests place ash in the middle of your forehead
to close your third eye. I am not so sure.
Would it be that easy to close off that magical part?
That all-seeing eye. We all have moments when
we could jump in the air and scream ‘Eureka’.
Who knows where it all comes from?
The mind is a wonderful place, almost an unknown planet.
There is still so much to learn about the inside of our heads.
As a species, I believe we are a field of strange and beautiful flowers.
All different and yet the same. A miracle.
As a child, I wore the ash on my brow with pride, head up
As if I had won a great medal that needed to be shown off.
These days I am not so sure why we do the things we do…