Within the body lie doorways to our inner garden,
A place with vastness that's truly measureless.
Perhaps this body is only a speck within that spaciousness,
And this ego-mind just a brick in that garden's walls.
That garden's path leads to the Beloved's courtyard,
As self rediscovers its connection to Self.
Then a longing heart wishes for not a moment of forgetfulness,
As it seeks only what's helpful for spirit's awakening.