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

Me.