Only My Soul (The Way Is Love)
...speaks the mystics' language.
Who speaks to you? I mean, who is it that can cut through the crap and speak to your soul? In the silence I am mincemeat. I declare, Thank God my soul won't listen to me! Like a flower turning toward the sun, my soul comes to attention when Rumi speaks. Please don't repeat my mistake, thinking that you know what the mystics are saying. Only the soul speaks their language. I told you, I am only meat. My journey lengthens when I am self-centered. The way is love. Failing that, I go with empathy.
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