Thyme scented air hangs heavy
In the humidity drenching my skin
As I trace an ancient path.
Cypress trees mark the gateway to death
And I voluntarily descend to a time
When brimstone erupted freezing life.
The vibrations get stronger the deeper I go
Prickling against my skin
Activating a cellular memory
Of long dead voices that walked before me.
Gilded lilies begin to emerge,
Dolphins playing along the shore,
And statues interwoven in a universal dance.
My body says that we’ve been here before,
That we’ve sung these songs,
And painted these scenes.
Ancestors drown out the ocean waves
Telling me that I am home.
Threads of life open to ancient rituals
Marking every survivor that created