Inside Your soul there is a mirror
You see in it the Garden of Eden.
But You can enter through the glass
And be the gardener of trees and stars.
The dried earth being fertalised
By Your accord with Soul Divine,
The raindrops is the Holy Ghost,
The tears of joy bring fertile crops.
You are Your own architect -
But little garden of Your soul
Is reflected in the mirror
Of the Universal Eden -
It is a caleidoscope.