In the house of the soul’s belonging, I step into the feeling of sweet surrender and let myself remember who I am.
I can take my own sweet time and ease my troubled mind in the secret sanctuary of the heart.
In the kingdom of love, there is no competition, no contradiction and no control.
In our true profession, we can claim our passion, working on a building that cannot be bought or sold.
In the house of the soul’s belonging, there is room for all the kindness we can hold, and we know we can take it with us everywhere we go.
I am living in the house of the soul’s belonging where I know without a doubt that I made it home. I am living in the house of the soul’s belonging, coming back to the holy ground that I’ve always known.