Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.
I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you into my heart. I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had, and lift you like a prayer to the sky.
With every breath, I plant the seeds of devotion, I am a farmer of the heart.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
The Heart of the matter is Soul, nothing else.