THE GOLDEN GARDEN

A golden thread

moves up the spine.

Seven lovely flowers

are on this vine.

All are blooming now,

gazing at the sun,

Radiating love

and unfolding the One.

Unfolding, expanding,

radiating light,

Look at my garden

what a wonderful sight!

Come visit the fields

and the mansions divine

As the lovely flowers

dance on the vine.

Dance on the vine,

dance on the divine,

And the lovely mansions,

the mansions divine.

Come to my garden

and pleasantly sit

I’ll tell you some stories

exercising quick wit.

I’ll speak of the garden

and how it grows,

How at times

the flowers are yellow,

or blue, or rose.

The nectar is sweet

as we sip from the cup

The energy is moving

up, up, up.

Come base, come spleen,

come navel, come heart,

In the golden garden

is where we start.

Hear the sounds of harmony,

hear sounds of delight

Hear the sounds of peace

when all is quiet

See a soft cool breeze

through the trees and fields

My garden is blessed

and by love is sealed.