let the forever-dreaming birds lie,
leave be within what is also asking to die…
discover nourishment through the grieving and let the tears water the garden.

witness as it unravels,
precisely by its own clock
without any force applied.
let it be known; leave it alone

In creating this piece, I focused on remembering all of the times I have cried into my garden throughout my life. It is where I go to cry deeply. Every bit of grief and sorrow has been alchemised into something wondrous and alive.