Loving Make Other Efforts Useless

Irrelevant what you do Irrelevant how you spend your time Only loving Only if you know how to love Does the coming and going make sense Of a life full Sometimes tumultuous Sometimes serene Thus it is grand Grand spaces for the heart Of the illusory mind Make it the director Mind is creating a story every moment Let it deserve the heart Matter doesn't fall due to gravity But in search of unity Unity with the forsaken divine The soul descends to the heart Incarnated in the human A mind that doesn't listen to the heart But to the separator pretending to be a friend Trade the soul Latin tradere, composed of Tra, beyond, Dare, to give, to hand over. Give to the enemy. Trade the soul, in British fashion Seek a center of permanent unity In the immanent soul It exists before, young and unaware If it grows meanwhile It exists after If you use life for the purpose Creating good sense of the soul Even if you arrive without it Irrelevant what you do Irrelevant how you spend your time If you don't follow the heart in loving Only if you learn to love Can you return to unity For love, live even the pain The mind brings suffering The heart cures the pain Suffering is an illusion It takes little, it's just appearance In the light of the soul, joy Comes in profusion Irrelevant what you do Irrelevant how you spend your time Only loving Only if you know how to love Does the coming and going make sense Of a full life