There is a place that’s hard to find
You won’t see it on any map
Very few have heard it’s name
Even fewer have been inside
Paradiso Consensua

Coconut water falls from great heights
Only the gentlest predators roam
Blunted fangs hunt leisurely
Even the food agrees to be eaten in
Paradiso Consensua

The sun is warm in dappled glow
Between towers of fanning tree
Dancing and shaking plump fruit
In the warming and cooling breezes of
Paradiso Consensua

Tropical storms bring sweet showers
The sound is a symphony of cacophony
Earthen dwellings perfumed with petrichor
Flooded rivers leave fertile banks on
Paradiso Consensua

The natives dance, sing, and celebrate
Around glowing fires tended together
Nourished by joy and compassion
No one is forgotten who enters
Paradiso Consensua

A homeland that few are invited to visit
She can be copied, but she can’t be colonized
Rumor  has it, paradise is lost
But the true ones know how to find
Paradiso Consensua

No, not soft, molten.
Bubbling up, from the bottom
Of the deepest sea.

Birthed from two mothers
The sea and the land
Unfolding so steadily

Still Maleable
Held with hot wet pressure in
Steamy open sea

Building and growing
Until slowly firmly piercing
Grasping surface

The land that issued
Forth from molten earth and sea
Lovely and fertile

Verdant and tender
Paradiso Consensua
It came to be known

A place where all life
Can feel welcome and be known
Peace and love for all