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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And through the cracks in the eggshell,
the little dove peeps out:
little by little, its muffled voice
announces itself to the world.
Soon it is out, clumsy and wet.
It moves slowly around.
I hold it on the palm of my hand:
it throbs with new life, warm and soft,
tender like a blossom.
Our hearts ablaze under the midday sun.
Another stole the dream
we dreamt in the meadows of love;
we were bold, we were wild
till we lingered on.
In the meadow, we lay on the grass
we whispered tender words of devotion,
we imagined our embrace out of linear time,
we carved out our spiral of belonging,
we entwined our limbs and our hearts
till the slanting sun went down
on the graveyard: we walked in silence
to the hilltop, the city of grey
and red bricks sprawled below.
Dark clouds projected their shadows
on the places of the living and of the dead.
Love and death walked hand in hand.
I want to forget this April day
when Spring pierces my heart
like a spear of fire,
as you throw away the stones in your pockets
in the name of an ineffable present.
The past, albeit gone, swells inside me
like the sweeping river of grief.
The future is uncertain dawn.
Strewn with sharp glass is the path --
a Via Crucis inside my heart.
Snow cleanses the paths,
a red robin hops from branch
Fire in the ice melts away
the lie of the past.
Now is queen of hearts.
A pale sapling sprouts
from the ground.
Fiery winds of the exalted One
sweep the streets of the mind.
Sudden rain purifies
the byways of the heart;
mists wraps up the body of the earth.
Water of life springs
from inner rock forged by fire,
as the exalted One spreads
her magic on earth.