When circles ignite the sadness. When the darkness and the stillness of the moon comforts, I'm left shaking off the remaining debris. Same country, new cities, new towns, new face, different stories. Pressing into the sands, marking new ridges, I will tell these tales through the wonders of poetry. Deep inside there is a blossoming vine, growing as strong and as wonderful as my sunflower, where every inch overwhelms me with pride. Parvati, Lakshmi and Saraswati have joined hands inside of my being to push me forward, casting great strength, provoking great love so I can shower down on every unturned stone, every being, every creature. This is my second chance to turn that desolation into self-reformation, adoration, a dream of becoming a power Goddess come true.