We were stem, we were leaves, we were flowers, we were fruits. We were Everything. And in this Everything, we were also Nothing.

Egidius Song

Reading good poetry can enrich the heart and soul and those who particularly delve into poems set to music by renowned composers can discover real gems. Two examples of this can provide a nice start…

Called by the Heart of the World, One with the Spiritual Path.

When we prune the rose garden, if we don't stay one-pointed and look back, there's Death, our Death.

Where does the soul reside?