So deep — it hurts.

Here’s hoping you keep on keeping on — to one day discover… it is not you — it is the mind which is depressed…sad…forlorn…lost.

You are the wind under the eagle’s wings, the light on the meadow, shining in full bloom. You are the stars — the gods — yes, the devils, too — but they are not real, only temporary manifestations. Soon you’ll see…

Perhaps for the first time, you’ll step out of you — into You — into That…That which all are, just for a while…temporarily unknown.

From one Heart to another

~♥~