Walk the talk

How can mere information, lead to soul’s transformation? Heart is the sacred centre, where thought forms cannot enter. As the fragrance of a rose, metamorphose in repose, which requires but pure intent, granting love our full consent. The laws of God are well known, a path we each walk alone, demonstrating in lived life, that free from strife, we’re bliss rife. Somewhere not far, a tear falls, witnessing which, our breath stalls, so we spring forth to assist; wounds kissed by our heart’s love mist.