The infinite space of unlimited potential
The holder of all possibility
Within it are the secrets of all which is mysterious
The answers to all that is enigmatic
A drop from the ocean of divinity
That lies within all that is vibrant and dull
From you manifests the beauty of arts
The composer of sounds of love
The painter of sketches of life
The poet of untold epics
You are the only reality
Obscuration of this leads to illusions
Your recognition is the purpose
The freedom obtained is the meaning
True happiness comes from realizing this
Developing is going up a ladder of revelations
Each step is a discovery of a forgotten truth
Reconnection to the source is the connection to joy
Through this waves of bliss stream into you
A reflection of this union of elation becomes your world

The sight of the tearful eyes reflecting the souls deep desire to return back to the source yet still be upon this plane in blissful union. With a change of thought all can be transformed, thoughts based on impurity shall manifest impurity, pure thoughts shall manifest virtue, untainted righteousness. What are you living for, mere material rewards and your authorities, while Earth depletes itself for your desire, or are you living for universal integrity global wholesome? Return to your nakedness through which you shall see what your soul desires, what you’re supposed to be living for.

The soul is knocking on the door, waiting for an answer, has a message to tell. What is it that you want to say, take the hand and use it as an instrument to express your tales. What is it that you want to cry out, the pains of love, the ignorance of humanity the beauty of sound, the call for the return to the spirit, the wish to dissolve? Which one is it, you knock but you don’t say what’s there, just bring out a feeling. The bombardment of emotions thoughts and feelings makes it confusing, want to scream out, cry out but its all been said before. Take the heart rip it out and expose the naked truth, no words needed. Blind eyes trampling upon it, why try to see in the land of the blind, to see the light that no one else can see? What is the point when you can not show it to them but fall victim to their ignorance just because they can’t see it? All the explanations and determinations come to waste because they can only see the light when their eyes are open, and they have to open them themselves. You have visions of the forgotten lands, the memory lingers on, but when you look around you realize how far away the dream is from reality. Time will bring them closer or drift them apart even further. So lonesome spark what is it that you want to say or are your words spoken through dry tears? Are the tears ripping through the bewildered heart, making your journey a little tougher? Home is what you desire most,