Tales of the Garden

The transmissions inspire, made of pure white light. The masters will conspire, to kidnap the night. To fan the fire of love, and to seize the day. with help from heaven above, and that golden ray. Waiting around for the time, that meaningful scene. When it's said the time is mine, and it's not a dream. The energy of being, that makes your feet move. Leaves the most joyous feeling, and you're in the groove. Words as smooth as liquid gold, to harden the heart. Those who go and sell their soul, are lost from the start. What the garden really needs, to be an Eden, are the flowers not the weeds, and love to feed-'em! date:4/26/2021