The Soul reminds us she is not confined to a physical place as the heart or the brain is.
She is like the wind, ever more free than the gentle breeze and also more violent than
hurricane winds when she has been muffled by Ego's great illusion of fear.
She rattles the cage of your self confinement until you begin to reluctantly seep out through the
cracks of your secure life, becoming exposed to the terrifyingly sublime state of the unknown.
I feel her force move from her invisible world and into my body, and out through my body.
She pushes me to the edge of the known world, inviting me to jump into the embrace of mystery,
and yet all I can see is an empty abyss, because I am looking at her through the veil of fear.
The Soul works not only from within, for she now calls from without, from the furthest, somehow familiar, edges of the world.
I feel her call from beyond, below, above, within, from hidden voices dancing through the air.
She seduces the heart, and draws out the ancient knowing hidden deep within each of us.
And so we step into the mystery all of the fair fades away, to one day meet on the other side.