When time hands you a prophecy We followed a narrow path that led us to a stone castle rising out of the hillside.
Cleansing the lineage of scarcity I was folding laundry, watching everything spin, when I noticed someone sitting a few rows away ...
Nothing is lost in the heart that sees We wandered into the cabins where people had stayed. Each one held little fragments of stories.
The night the smoke took shape Black and smoke rolled downward in slow, coiling waves. As it touched the Earth, shapes emerged.
Timekeepers of the rings It's said that here, souls study the laws of karma, the structures of reality, and the architecture of evolution itself.
The night the Earth and sky opened That night, I asked for contact. And what I received was a mirror.