In this delicate garden
to which the Beloved invites us,
small things abound with beauty
and the essential is available.
He invites us to see the tiny flower among thousands,
to hear the silence that speaks of everything,
to sit, for the pleasure of being,
to live the flowering of our hearts.
Like a field covered in flowers
all is natural and gentle
and with each soft movement, we discover
a vast heart, full of subtle details.
Here, we worship Love.
Our Master allows us to love him, unrestrained.
How fortunate we are to receive his all-embracing Love.
In this Love we are all one.
Love is my message.
Vasant Swaha
