Roar, lion of the heart, and tear me open!
God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion !
What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?
What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?
Every moment, a voice, out of this world, calls on our soul, to wake up and rise.
Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.