This is my work, To keep this world green, Keep it all green. I began in the East, to help my friends. I keep this world green, Keep it beautiful. I begin to fill the creeks, To wet everything, Keep it beautiful and green, I begin in the East, Make everything beautiful! That is my work.
When your ears aren't filled with chatter and the cacophony of negativity, and your life is free of stress-generated mindless actions and the prolonged cleanup operations that result from the subsequent mess, then the still, small voice of spirit may be heard. The music of the universe becomes louder and louder in the silence generated by the absence of charged auto-chatter, and we are able to hear the whispered instructions of the soul, the rustle of angel wings, and the divine harmony of the spheres.'
