Heart

The heart wants a voice

it’s often crying out to

deaf ears, too busy to stop

and let the heart respond.

It has all the answers, it

knows everything.  It’s

already done for us.

A pursuit and struggling

is unnecessary–just gets

in the way.

We fear sometimes taking

that next heart step.  It, the

being, wants to be “safe”, and

not be hurt, feel some pain

or intensity beyond one’s

capacity.  The heart will be

forever frustrated under those

circumstances to fulfill its needs.

Shriveling,  atrophy, occurs.  It

becomes weak from underuse.

It will never shine if repressed

continually, deferring to that

“majestic” mind that thinks–

literally “thinks”, it can run

things from above.

How mistaken it is.  How puffed

up and ego-shaken it tries to

perform its function to no avail

at the mastery of the heart to

know the way.

So a truce must be made and

called with the mind for equal

time and attention or it may

continue to dysfunction

irretrievably.

 

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