There is a music in the heart of man, waiting to be heard,
One who is ignorant of such music -Cannot burn in the fire of love;
Cannot see oneness of God manifested in all things -
Unity in diversity,
In separation from the reality,
There is a delusion to be erased,
This is like the mist and fog on the sky of your heart,
Stopping the rays of the shining sun,
From reaching the earth of your heart,
Light is travelling out of its free will to your heart,
Nothing is going to stop it,
But, it must be free of mist -
Free of hatred, free of idols, free of duality, and delusion
Mykoul
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