O | Ti | O | Tan : The Garden and The Guardian
In a time before, when we were the seeds
When we still remembered our way back
Back to the garden, it was good
On a holy mountain sits a garden
the garden of the low-hanging heavens
Where the trees touch the clouds
Where we can touch 'the other place'
There in those clouds stands a gate to the The Other Place, where the Darker Gods stay
The garden, a grove of aspen, many trees, One root
There sits two trees taller than the rest
Those trees are the wings of O TI O Tan, The Trembling Giant, She Who Spreads,
The God, The Guardian, The Garden itself
Beneath the soil she sleeps
Tar, soot, soul
Heat pressure coal
Diamonds in her eye sockets
Teeth made of gold
She is the earth,
That makes us whole
The aspen trees that line the field
Are her spine
All one root, All one will
We those trees were cut and carried away from home
Replanted in foreign land
And we forgot the garden gone so long
In the garden
Two twin trees shade all the rest
Talk and vent like sails
Those two trees are her wings/
From those trees we all come
One bears man
One bears woman
And were the branches of the two touch
The fruit of two spirits come
When she stands those wings spread
And she carries us to the other place
Through those clouds, where the Darker gods stay
The sky is the gate
The garden is the guardian to the gate
That leads to the other place
Where the Darker gods stay
Chuuuch