Your soul is like poetry in the sense that your soul is powerful even as you can’t quite put your finger on it. A passage in a poem may touch you deeply. It may be only a few words that hold power and deep feeling over you. You don’t quite grasp the words or why on Earth you are so touched. You’re not at all clear, yet, there you are, under the spell of a few simple words. The poetry of your soul lures you. Your soul is irresistible. It leads you to Me. Even when you disavow Me, heedlessly, you come closer to the God within you.
It has been said that music is the poetry of the soul. In any case, your soul touches you like that. It is beyond your ken to translate beautiful music into words, and, yet, here you are touched, perhaps even over-taken by the music, perhaps out of this world. You and the music are beyond words. Words are not needed. Words voiced, perhaps, and explanations of that which cannot be described might take away the power, limit the effect, even if words were possible.
Let Me say it: The literal mind simply cannot reach far enough. The brain can only go so far. The human heart, however, can reach far and wide and near as well and skip over the restrictions of the learn-ed mind. The intellect can only go so far, and it is not far enough.
There are no words for your soul as it succors you. There are no words. You are transported beyond words. You come closer to Me. Of course, this is only one way that you come closer to Me.
A baby’s gurgling can bring you closer. A bird on the wing. Silence in the forest. A face in a crowd. The sun, the horizon, the indelible night sky may embrace you, and bring you closer to Me. The soul within on this Earth Journey you are on now will inevitably bring you closer to Me whether you recognize this consciously, or you don’t.
What We are talking about goes beyond the outer world right to the expanse deeply within as if you are teleported to the stars and beyond the Milky Way all the way to Infinity – as if Infinity were a place and could be drawn on a map. There is no map. If there were a map, the map would be a progression within you.
“A few words in a poem or a passage in music take me to Infinity?” you ask. Of course, that’s where you have been whenever you come to where your mind cannot follow, where your mind is left in the dust, so to speak.
There is great power within everything. The table you sit at. The position of your feet. The wind that blows. The sun on your face. The yearnings of your heart. You seek for yourself, yourself as this wild creature you know who finds and doesn’t find and seeks and seeks, even not knowing what he or she seeks yet, in the seeking, leads you forward and higher.
The soul that is so deep and encompassing within you seeks to be known. Your soul will lead you to still waters. Yes, you really and truly have a soul that calls to you in the Silence and will take you far beyond where you rest your head against a pillow. You hear a soundless Voice whisking you away and taking you to a Palace of Wonders where individual souls, including yours, are gathered in Oneness.
Come, hear My music. It sings in your heart. Come, hear My poetry. It is wordless. My poetry runs through your veins. Your soul is complete. It isn’t your soul that wanders. It is your mind.