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Secret Garden

6/13/2022

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Here's what happened. 
I was lured 
into 
the patriarchy again. 

There were children to rear. 

Protector/ provider sounded nice. 
For once. 
A Sabbatical. To rest. 
Two dogs who hardly barked. 

I now practice gratitude
and I do not regret. 

     I ate the apple. I always 
eat the apple because, Orion
harmonics. 

     I woke up 
In a red state with my blue 
heart throbbing, an old lyric 
from a past life 

stars, sunset, sand

     endless constellations I still 
don't understand. An orange 
square with a crowd on the front
A roadblock in my atrium 
that bass line, though

what if I told you that for years 
I was lost 
inside 
a song?

Not lost now but wandering
in the same 
sacred 
circle. 

As if the eleven was chasing me 
and I was always running 
after trains that don't always feel
meant for me. To be.
What's the wisdom 
in the twin 
flame? 

I begin to sit in the circle again 
and breathe 
to dream. 

Your power, my child, 
the innocent healing 
in eternity
your mission to find your own 
​sacred song.
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    Sarasota Green is a writer, poet, and traveler. She grew up fascinated by the way the ocean touches the sky and the sand. She currently travels around the Americas studying the way humans love.

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