Isn't this a treat?
I love the turning of everything inside out and opposite.
"Tell me a story where slivers of mental landscape
puncture the periphery of deceit and
shifts in the wind help to balance the
heavy of unsettled."
Yes, we can puncture the periphery of deceit!
Let's turn this world around.
"Tell me a story where new only translates
what the soul knows of ancient."
I'm coming to believe ancient is not the same as old.
Ancient is the invisible and mighty power. . .
the unseen forces working for the good.
It always was and always will be.
The infinite land of soul where magic and
enchantment become commonplace.
"where grass is fluent in sentient knowledge
and trees are a mandala of prayer."