In the garden of our imaginings we continue to float with Ophelia surrounded by the flower of her heart. Free is her heart from earthly duties but we are left to mourn her death. We die into her love affair with God and die heartbroken there. Her garden was so full of love. First love is always the most tormented and we die with her. Gardens are often greener in your imaginings than reality and fantasy plays a role. On we float to her greener garden and love her there for God. There is a maiden in her heart and God took her to the garden with her love. Let Ophelia float on to Heaven. Our earthly flow takes us on a journey to God. Flow on.
