Towards the Edge

Beneath your eye, below the uncanny appearance

There lies the arc in the orchard

Under the river of silence

Never voicing, whithdrawn to shelter

You, the island (chained)

Drawn from the ocean (forlorn)

Use your time as you wish

May you reach the calm

We're all designed with the prowess

To be here in service of the garden

I trust you to outshine your nature

Human. Lord of one. Bringer of the calm

Rewild your creation from the ground up

Be at peace with all its flaws

Ravish the consensus from the inside

Be tenacious to the edge

Be larger than yourself

Your intention guides your journey

Rise on the mountains

Splinter the masses

Speak with passion

We're granted solace in all we will choose

Feel your sacred creation