The mind with space for reverie comes first
There love can dream and hate can be informed
The inner garden, sanctuary and rest
To live completely, hope to live with zest
Patience, slowness, dreaminess and calm,
The mind with space for reverie comes first
We all sin and we may not confess
Unless we’re held by love in gentle arms
The inner garden, sanctuary and rest
Preoccupation with our own self is a curse
Be ,to your own heart, a lover warm
The mind with space for reverie is blessed
Wasted time is never reimbursed
Can we live without the holy balm
The inner garden, sanctuary and rest?
Each one lives,creative in her rhymes
Our life is art as colour washes lines
The mind with space for reverie is first
An inner garden, sanctuary and rest
