Tears roll down his eyes
And He cries a million suns
His heart’s afire
But Soul lets him shun
He wants to touch his lady
so close to Him she seems
Yet when he reaches out
As an illusion back to him it beams.. 😦
’tis his own reflection,
He realizes in some time;
Fragment of the soul that once flew away..
Returns to reconnect back with time.
Our soul divides into two, and those souls are in turn transformed into two and so, within a few generations, we are scattered over a large part of the earth.
We form part of what the Alchemists call the Anima Mundi, the soul of the world; the truth is that if the Anima Mundi were merely to keep dividing, it would keep growing, but it would also become gradually weaker. That is why, as well as dividing into two, we also find ourselves. And the process of finding ourselves is called love. Because when a soul divides, it always divides into a male part and a female part.
In each life, we feel a mysterious obligation to find at least one of those soul mates. The greater love that separated them feels pleased with the Love that brings them together again.
By taking risks. By rising failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end.”