A peaceful garden,
A hot air serenity and affection
Is where we all have to be,
But then the garden has many
encounters and tries to remain strong–
it does not need support from leaves
and trees with flowers to help
it remain strong—it has to start alone
face it all alone to be as glamorous as now

Like the garden, that's how I feel,
Vast and beautiful yet hollow,
The air is thick with
A whirlwind of turmoil,
The soil silent with unspoken pain,
Longing and desire

The earth itself has a very thick layer
Of sorrows—sorrow of humans,
Even mother nature herself,
She is sad,
Sad not because of the litter
But because of the tension there is
Amongst humans,
The resentment,
The jealousy, the envy, the hatred,

It is like the thousand needles
That used to pierce your soul
Is doing nothing but tickle your...