| Garden of my Soul |
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By Kiara Windrider I see a garden beyond the flames. To enter I must burn away Everything I have ever identified with, All the stories I have ever told, Everyone I have ever known or loved, All ideas of separation and loss, Even my yearnings for union. I must enter empty handed, Expecting nothing, Offering everything I am in return. Such a small price to pay For the garden of my soul! |