A bird falls to the ground.
To fly again, it must stand.

Standing, it starts to walk.
Walking, it starts to run.

Running, it learns to survive.
Living on the ground, it forgets to fly.

The bird's true nature becomes a distant memory.
The sky becomes a dream.

Locked within the atom,
lies the energy of the sun.

To release this energy,
the atom must yield to force.

In the process of yielding,
its form is destroyed.

And its energy is released.

Locked with each of us,
lies the energy of Creation.

To release this energy,
we must yield to its source.

In the process of yielding,
our selves are destroyed.

And our potential is released.

A gardener listens to a voice deep within,
where it resonates with a sound we can't hear.

It is the should of Creation,
it is the future garden path we do not know.

When the gardener and his creation become one,
the plans of the Creator become clear.

The landscape achieves a balance,
that could not occur without an active hand.

But the hand is not the gardener's.
it is the hand of the Creator.

The gardener is the hand in motion.