do you know the place where thistles grow,
and lilies, too?
do you know the place where aching is inevitable,
and so is its reward; newfound hope?
do you know the place where love is boundless,
and so is death?
do you know the place where darkness reigns,
and so does light?
do you know the place where there’s wish for change
and at the same time a want to freeze time?
do you know the place where the mundane persists,
but through it all runs magic?
it’s none other than this: the place given to you when you ceased to be non-existent and became
this: a shell, a body, a mind, a soul
a part of all above
a life