In this life I have seen, but walk along with a blindfold and have known the sun without
feeling its rays.
Neither can compare to the fragrance of the flower I have not yet smelled and the ocean
I have not yet heard.
Yet all can be found in the heart that has fathomed the depths and chaotic rapids of the
never aging soul.
Vividly drawn to a garden, yet in time I will regress to a reality that never forgets its
Always allowing the seed to return to its natural cycle of being watered by the
devine affection of my heart.
What a delight rarely witnessed, yet never truly understood.