The Secret Rose Garden, by Florence Lederer,  REAL prayer can only be yours When you have staked and gambled yourself away And your essence is pure. Then "a joy of the eyes" are your prayers And no separation remains, For knower and known are one and the same. RISE above time and space, Pass by the world, and be to yourself your own world. IN the empty heart, void of self Can be heard the echoing cry, "I am the Truth." Thus is man one with the Eternal, Travelling, travel and traveller have become one.