My soul left me.
My soul wandered
and reached the heights of love.
My soul is sorrounded by light eternal.
My soul is in the world of the pure.
My soul dances in the presence of light
to the tunes of the heavenly chore
of angels flying around in mirth.
It is the land and home of my soul.
Breaking off the fetters here on earth
my soul is now liberated to reach
her home of light and purity,
in the holiest presence
of the lover of my soul.
(Graphic: Garden of the Heart, Spirit Heart Gallery)
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