Come into my garden.

My Dear Reader,

a poem for this great day, 

this will be the final entry for this day..

Seven from the heaven

eleven and eleven

come with me as an even

sage and light are not woven

gold and mercury can be woken  

close your eyes women

move your serpent like a semen

first sit in dark and ripen

move to the light with a sudden

inner limen

see thy flame widen

see the realm I am hidden

your way is written

you are chosen

you will be my queen

cannot stop that happen

don't get yourself broken

come into my garden

all of a sudden

                King H. Ironson

(Photograph: Eda Yurtkuran)