Your Task? To Work With All The

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits, Except In Your Mind.

That's How You Came Here, Like A Star Without A Name. Move Across The Night Sky With Those Anonymous Lights.

This World Is In Deep Trouble, From Top To Bottom. But It Can Be Swiftly Healed By The Balm Of Love.

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.