When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing.
Whatever purifies you is the correct road.
The spiritual path wrecks the body And afterwards restores it to health. It destroys the house to unearth the treasure, And with that treasure builds it better than before.
Every moment, a voice, out of this world, calls on our soul, to wake up and rise.
Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.
Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.