Secret Garden II

A pair of [[white]] wings wafts by
as you tell me to look into the [[eye]] of the Be[[love]]d,
and the palm leaves waltz lazily in [[light]] wind
[[will]]ing these few words meant to let go
of everything, for there is no meaning
but what is meant, right [[now]].

Rouse your[[self]], sleeper,
split the second it took to [[read]] this
and slip into your [[heart]],
the sacred House of God,
our secret garden,
[[here]] for all to see.

Traces

• Dreaming spring

• "There's a nice dog here, you'd like him"