The garden of the heart carries the resurrection and the bones are encrypted in the work. Whitening to ashes and then the angels bless you through God. The king is born of the dragon and rebirth through resurrection is complete. Ashes through dust, do we exist at all dear God or did we die awhile ago and are some vague memory in cosmic dust, ashes to ashes, dust through dust. We consume ourselves to be reborn, a constant reworking to achieve the word of philosophy. I love God to love thee. Love is forever and love God to love yourself. Ashes form the base metal, dust forms the gold and God loves you in the garden. Ashes form the base metal, dust forms the gold and God loves you in the garden. The heart forms the rebirth of the death in the garden and we are continually resurrected for our love of God. I wrote a love letter to God in my heart and God told me to love myself, a wedded bliss of ascension. The ashes take you to the garden in the heavens. Gods divine sky sprinkles stardust in your eyes, the pattern is read by philosophy and when it corresponds to your pathway, God is found in the ashes. Your pathway is blackened for the work but God sends a lightening with a ring of stars. Thank you dear God for your love via the angel of love in the garden.
