By Jessie Choden Namgyal
There is a garden in my mind
It is straddled by two friends not foe; each at once
their prance is a dance
It creates what we know as time
neither yours nor mine
There is a garden in my mind
It is earthed with crust that never rusts
From little baby krill to our supposedly well-developed mills
It still emboldens our protective golden
I just got a hue of very old déjà vu
There is a garden in my mind
It shivers from my rivers
and their never ending quivers
Sometimes its lapping makes me doubt
the point to any true mapping
There is a garden in my mind
It rushes and hushes with love like a flock of doves
into a moor that is still ever purer
Leafing the best trace
I always want to feel like this warm embrace
There is a garden in my mind
It abreasts Mount Sumeru
truly through it grew anew
Where powers come from meta flowers
I am just a car drifting through our stars
There is a garden in my mind
Its jewel schools my ghouls
Reminding me it is folly to be locked into melancholy
It is a start to take apart
and instead follow the path with heart
