Circling, circling around my garden
I have found strange flowers and pebbles
I have found fragments of an old language
on stone slabs buried in sand, or moss.
Each side of my garden -- North, East,
South and West -- harbours a poison and
In the North, the poison of a frozen heart,
and the stillness of midnight.
In the East, the unbearable lightness of
(un)being, and the promise of dawn.
In the South, the poison of sticky heat
and mosquitoes, and the fiery passion
In the West, the raw power of rushing
waters flooding every place, and the
gentle cleansing gurgles of the mountain
In the centre of the garden, there's a square
and a fountain with rainbow waters.
Magic is afoot.
Above, the sky changes its hues all the time.
Below the earth, in the underground,
roots entwine and grow strong.
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