The World doesn’t owe you anything!



Tell me beloved

What is a field of roses

When you are the very garden

From which it breathes ?

All can perceive

That our father

Whispered a secret in your ears;

Golden Words

only you can decipher

Oh where does such magic

Derive from, dearest one?

All would come

If you’d divulge

What you’ve hidden from the world

Tell me beloved

Of this emerald you possess

Tell me