The sleeping soul opens its eyes
in the early morning.
Walking around the rose garden,
I calmly open up my mind.
The breath of love is blossoming.

Sometimes I speak to you through my eyes.
Sometimes I call you through my scent.

The Goddess in the forest confesses the truth and agony of life,
the countless lights and sounds of the soul
which are absorbed into life.

What if humans could be as beautiful and as calm and holy
as the Goddess in the forest
and live as she does?

Finding a mate ­
a sweetheart who makes the heart tremble ­
the promise of the deep scent of lavender.

To a painful heart at the sickbed
longing for a new life ­
the promise of the tidiness of bridal white.

On top of the coffin of the one
who is leaving all loved ones behind,
the promise of royal red roses that burn like fire.

Let it be covered
like a celebration of a victory.
The golden emblem is for you
whose birthday is greeted by happiness.

To the children who are greeted
by the glory of graduation ­
queen of pink,
bouquet of Barbie.

For the harvest season,
when we give thanks
for the life of the year ­
the fragrance of the angelic
orange roses.

With all my heart and effort,
I give these to you.

What if humans could be as beautiful and as calm and holy
as the Goddess in the forest
and live as she does?

In the morning,
when the sleeping soul opens its eyes,
the breath of eternity
trickles into the rose garden.