In The Garden I See Only Your

You Must Ask For What You Really Want.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

You Have Been Hiding So Long Aimlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love Even So You Have Always Been Connected To Me Connected, Revealed In The Known In The Unmanifest I Am Life Itself