The heart sings its songs
My words tell its story
For the face I see is the map to that which breathes life into the fabric of everything.
What else could I sing of, speak of, and write of?
When I am no more; I have become It.
Mostly letters and poems for sincere spiritual listeners
self-enquiry, choiceless awareness, spiritual practice, devotional love, life through clear eyes
The heart sings its songs
My words tell its story
For the face I see is the map to that which breathes life into the fabric of everything.
What else could I sing of, speak of, and write of?
When I am no more; I have become It.