Bereft of all material accumulations I have nothing but flowers to offer HIM, every sunrise which I collect from the garden -the garden of wealth that can appease the Almighty
I am the gardener that tends with utmost devotion the seas of wealth that I offer with abandon, to the Almighty with a clean heart ' a selfless gift that is acknowledged, accepted with divine grace
Bereft of all the sensual pleasures of life my soul illuminates the candle of love, spreading the light on the dark world full of illusions that melt with the power of this eternal Light
I am the gardener that marvels every morning at the sight of a fresh flower ' my daily gift, to the Almighty ' offered with a pure, humble heart and received with gracious aplomb ' blessings showered in abundance
