Time passes slowly, far more quickly, I

recall. I foretell….

The shadows on the cave

wall whisper the kind of

secrets that everyone knows.

The ancestors

watch.

As I balance two worlds at war on these tightrope

shoulders

while my breath dances with

both love and

rage.

The paradoxical key is invisible to the

baby souls who stomp on

pearls as they rush for

waste.

What if the thorns were as colorful as the

blooms?

And if the world turned upside down, would your brain

choke on

blood?

Do you know the path to the

Garden? Or shall you perish

here?

Let them dig their children’s

grave.

You, go dig a

well.

Let them fight for their sweet

poison. You, fight for your

medicine.

Let them destroy

themselves if they choose and

know.

They can’t kill a

soul.

Mountains speak to

you in

dreams.

The wind whispers to

your

skin.

Water holds

you, let it

unfold

you.

Fire from

within.

Remember who you

are, my

Love.

Stars and dirt.

Ash and song.

Come home to your

heart.

Let the fire

melt and the

water

burn.

This is the path to the

Garden.

-AT