Deep beneath the soul, yet on the very surface -
Who we appear to be, the ultimate illusion;
From divine love there is never any separation -
We are only masked by the frequency of confusion.
Always aching and yearning for something missing -
Longing for the place we truly call home;
Looking for the other half, who is not here -
In perpetual motion, the heart will always roam.
An awareness begs from beneath the mask -
Ever calling from the center of the heart;
Fear blinding, adding to the weight of reality -
There is only belief in the illusion of apart.
Only one way back to oneness, the path is so clear -
Reach beneath the fear and travel deep inside;
There it all awaits your once again discovery -
It waits where who you are will always reside.
