The serpent and the rose,
through divination I come as the flower of the pumpkin bloodline.
I see the thorns of my rose, where she has taken hold of me.
I see the cords of the pumpkin gourd make heavy my blood;
love! it’s natural and profound simplicity aggravated by complexity.
I feel myself, resting on the ideals of tranquility and peace,
allowing for the slow and steady growth of my ability to hear god. Once again.