The river of love flows free. When the river is free, life is free. It flows towards places, which are in thirst. Only in thirst we will drink. Only an open heart will listen.
Only a free soul will flow with the river of love and rise anew.
We can walk alone. In solitude. But we are never alone. A whisper, an innermost presence of a mystical
truth calls upon our hearts. We are life. We are love. We are already home.