Inquiring into the nature of Reality
At the city of the sky, there are
Only signs, arrows.
This way, oh born of space.

Spanish colonial cruelty, a priest thrown off the cliffs,
Everything happens for a reason says the young woman tour guide.
I buy a pot from her mother.
The circle is the family that holds it all together.
Not my family, from which I barely escaped  with my life.
Everything happens for a reason.

The arrows in the city of the sky
Point within.
Where space is born each moment.