Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

There is a place so pure and true beyond your deep and restless thoughts youll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter completely lost in time... Its made of love of magic dreams where you can be yourself and free... Where roses of white and scarlet bloom...tranquility waves kissing shore... A place youll never want to leave a place for dreamers to believe... So spread the wings and let your soul fly up high and reach your castle in the sky...

No Temple made by mortal human hands can ever compare to the Temple made by the gods themselves. That building of wood and stone that houses us and that many believe conceals the great Secret Temple from prying eyes somewhere in its heart of hearts is but a decoy for the masses who need this simple concrete limited thing in their lives. The real Temple is the whole world and there is nothing as divinely blessed as a blooming growing garden.

Yes If you really love your beautiful garden of dreams you will never allow any hungry beast to have its way in. Keep dream killers away

I like the posture but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden the moment but not the dream. Quiet my love. Be still. I am sleeping.