You my dear spirit guides,
are the gardeners for my soul.

Cultivating my heart to blossom,
as sun rays from higher self aids.

Gracefully I turn,
swaying to music of heart.
Divinely I watch as third eye opens  
with visions grand.

You dear God, supply the seeds
that fuel my breath.

Expanding my dreams to root in
Mother’s soil as I sing.

Sing... Hooray, for the breath that ignites cells
in bodies field to thrive.

Sing...Hurray, for my sacred gardeners
who show me how
to unfold into my magnificence.