I melted into the night
Into the crickets’ chirping
The roosters’ crowing
The fridge’s purring
And the silence beneath it all
This timeless flow of delight
That bathes all things
In this mansion with no wall.

There’s only the gentle wind
The breathing wilderness
The raw tenderness of sound
No fear remains, no anxious holds
Wherever the dream unfolds
Here has always been the ground

Even if I forget
Even if you forget
Even if we all forget
Here has always been the ground

Antigua, April 2025