Teira Naahi

Monday, September 14, 2015

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Upon entering the garden we saw No-Thing

So we planted a rock and lo!

In time didst this rock come to grow

'Till eventually issuing forthwith down from its crown

The waters did floweth to flood the garden

Now had we the mountain and lake 

Where once there was No-Thing

Vitriol the stone now manifests life

The Magister Octinomos garden workings now complete

The Magister Lagu arises from the water

Enshrining thine words within the cocoon

Shattered now by the artists thoughts

The butterfly breaks free

Beauty of peace now floats upon the winds

Stirring all within the garden:

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