The Music of the Soul

Jealous anger, the mesmerised fool, and the mystery, dark horses in glorious aloneness, comfortable in the personal darkness, where great light awaits, voiceless conversation, and few words of reply, just enough to suggest somehow, and in the quiet, warmth and understanding arrives, a stranger to a stranger, a soul to a soul, and feeling to feeling. And the moment is exactly clear and free and now and awake, and the diversions of mistakes, discarded, knowing that these too were the victims of the jealously, so then, the truth stands before you, waiting for acceptance, and it is sane and understandable, and there is great movement in the apparently passive moment, but there is thunder there too, the peaceful thunder of a justified heart subjected. And the pleasuring song, wants you to dance to its rhythm, and all it asks for you is to believe, to know, to dance to the music of the soul.