Lonely soul come home!

Lonely soul come home!  Where all you seek and more than you can imagine awaits you.  Harken the call!  Respond the summons! Put away all that matters not. 

Unwrap your soul from its identity and let it weep with such weeping as will open the door and admit it to its heavenly abode.  Peel the first wrap and admit, the second and love, the third and know.  Then mourn the loss until blissful joy blows you gently through that portal to the road home.  If you walked, now you run.  If you ran, now you fly.  Guides here are rare, companions few, but could it matter?  Watch him come home to him; watch you come home to you.  If you should cry again, turn your back to the shadow.  If your back should become warm, turn your face to the light.  There is one way, follow it.

Where is the heart that needs not a soul, or the soul that needs not a heart?  Listen with heart and soul to the end  and the beginning.

All for which it longs will come to your lonely heart.