This is the place.
Of martyrs and murderers.
Of beginnings and endings.
Where the gene pool of seedlings
Stays sleeping.
Where the ransom of rains
Stays weeping.
This is the place.
This is the home.
Of creator and creation.
The heart of the planet
It hangs on.
The root of the atom
It stems from.
Darkness is sisters with day here.
War is brother to love.
The mountains stand defiantly
Holding up the grass.
Because this is the home
Of torture and bliss.
The milk and honey
Flows redirected.
Edging further and nearer
In this place.
This is the land.
Where life welcomes death.
And death becomes life.
Namaste
