The Heart May Speak

How to Find God

2008-07-13T07:04:00.000-07:00

This morning before arising from bed
I lay there in the cool breeze from the open window
and pondered, “How does one find God?”

At that very moment a dear appeared at the window before me
and looked in at me with apparent tenderness and concern.
It stayed, for a minute, and then was scared away.

That was all the answer I needed.

Be Still

2008-06-11T22:05:00.000-07:00

You need not do anything.

Remain sitting at your table and listen.

You need not even listen, just wait.

You need not even wait, just learn to be quiet, still and solitary.

And the world will freely offer itself to you unmasked.

It has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

-Franz Kafka

A Faint Scent of Being

2008-05-20T21:48:00.000-07:00

The mind too is just smoke, but the heart is much sweeter.
Perhaps this holy smoke is more real than our interpreted world of "solid" objects.

Am I a solid object? I think that I must be more subtle than the slightest fragrance. Yet real and eternal.

What of love, trust, kindness, awareness, and meaning. Are these not real? Are they not at least infinitely more significant than physical touch. Could this "real" world of flesh and form possibly be justified if it did not hold meaning for a heart… all hearts.

Dependance

2008-05-05T22:48:00.000-07:00

We desperately need love.
We are completely dependant.
There is no question of becoming independant of this.
It is the mind that create loneliness
by rejecting God's many attempt to show us love,
because of fear, comfort, laziness
vague ideas about what is right or wrong,
not believing what seems too good to be true,
or not believing in magic.
Everything about our false selve is designed to isolate us.

Faith take us beyond ourselves.
Faith is the cure for loneliness.

But sometimes, perhaps,
even God wants us to feel lonely.

Simplicity of the Eternal

2008-04-18T20:52:00.000-07:00

Love accumulates and grows, eternally.
All else quickly fades away.

Many seek something that will last
never seeing the simple and obvious,
putting great effort and faith into things
as if those trinkets could give a taste of satisfaction.

But dip your cup now
into this abundant source of intoxication in your breast.
The water grows sweeter the more you drink.
It is your personal well, drink all you want.

Truly only one thing is worth having
and only one thing is eternal.

Smile My Heart

2008-04-15T20:28:00.000-07:00

Faith is a precious jewel.
It is magic that makes the impossible possible.
It does not mean believing what you do not believe.
It means realizing that it is at least possible that the heart’s desire can be fulfilled.
This alone allows the heart to soar and opens heavy doors.
Doors that we had been using a good deal of energy to keep shut.
Smile my heart.
All is well.

Role Reversal

2008-04-05T06:43:00.000-07:00

It is the height of injustice
that a powerful king must feed on the crumbs of a lowly slave.

How Things Work

2008-03-28T20:37:00.000-07:00

Mind, words, and even desires have very little influence on what happens to us.

It is faith that moves mountain.

It is the heart.

The Colors Behind Colors

2008-03-27T21:27:00.000-07:00

The Heart is the real flower.
With constant care it blooms.
New colors dress it daily.
And still the divine perfume.

This eternal beauty shall not fade.

A Little Prayer

2008-03-15T20:04:00.001-07:00

Twice today I tried to manipulate God. How crazy is that?
Sorry God, for treating you like an idiot,
like a stock clerk who might give me something if I ask in the right way.

I hope that in the future,
when you give me something (desired or not),
it will provoke in me the awareness of your love
and companionship.

I see now that I am still small and silly enough to do such things
but I am not sure that I can get away with it anymore
now that I start to see what it means.
Not without some shame.

Does it hurt you when people slight you out of ignorance?
How much more when they should know better?

Thank you for your patience.

2008-03-13T21:34:00.001-07:00

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see”

Hebrews 44:4

I saw this quote on Journey of the Minds Eye http://argesimages.wordpress.com/

and I thought that it belonged here too.

Curious how our hopes, which seem so small and subjective, are actually the fuel that sustains the universe.

Soft Light

2008-03-10T21:41:00.000-07:00

Tears of joy and tears of sadness
wash my face and cool a burning soul.
It is joy to remember… “Yes, there just might be a place called home.”
Surely tender friends wait for me to join them.

Blessed joyous hope commingles with blessed sorrow.
Pity for the deeply afflicted Self, left alone for so long.
Knowledge of the long periods of darkness.
Long, dark nights of the soul,
softened by rare but complete moments of light.

How blessed these moments.

Form and Formless

2008-03-04T20:28:00.000-08:00

The divine oft' awaits us in myriad forms,
desiring our longing looks and warm embraces.
Naively we mistake the form for the divine being
and are left clinging to an empy shell
while the playful entity calls to us
from another corner of the room,
all the while living in our hearts.

The Stick Figure - Me

2008-02-28T20:48:00.000-08:00

We each have a chalk board inside our minds on which we draw a stick figure and call it “me”. We start to believe that we are that stick figure and lose all awareness of our actual self which we could easily find in the here and now.

Plenty

2008-02-28T20:37:00.000-08:00

A smile and a nod from my gentle lord is more than enough.

Waiting to Fly

2008-02-18T21:56:00.000-08:00

The external world matters little to the heart.

After all it is how you feel and what you experience that matters,
not the things that are supposed to be able to bring those experiences.
The heart needs no other to feel love,
no physical miracles to feel magic.
It needs only freedom and room to soar
and perhaps a smile.

Isn’t it the mind that tells that heart
it must have something “real” to love?
Is there a difference between loving a teddy bear and a man?
Ask any young child. They will tell you the truth.

Still, sometimes the heart needs help to find his wings.
The love of another may help us to find those wings
but it is certain that our wings are always there,
waiting, longing to fly.

Watch

2008-02-08T20:11:00.000-08:00

The heart is infinitely more capable of knowing the divine than is the mind. Therefore if you would know God then kindle your heart, often. Not merely for the sake of the poor heart but for the sake of receiving the divine when it comes whispering.

Watch (with your heart), for ye know not the hour…

Know with the Heart

2008-02-07T20:06:00.000-08:00

Orchids blossoms may smile eagerly.
A warm feeling may pervade the heart.
Magical views of nature sometimes mysteriously appear
where before there were none.
The heart may dance splendidly to enchanting music.
Gratitude to the divine and hope and faith and love
all come within reach.
Wishes upon stars become a serious matter,
and life can be a treasure once more.

These are some of my hearts reasons to be in the moment.

Fill, My Heart

2008-02-04T21:46:00.000-08:00

SOME FILL WITH EACH GOOD RAIN
Hafiz

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.

Mossy,

Who takes these precious cups,
leaving the blossom to whither and fade?
Reason, justice, power, vanity and anger
are some potent strangers and thieves.

The heart goes thirsty now and then
when attention, love, is torn away.
But the well is not dry
and oh that water is indeed sweet.

Attention must be for love.
For finding it, internally.
This can be done, but so often the best energy goes to other pursuits.
This fine energy, fine attention, fine faith, must not be given to strangers
but to the divine one within.

Now I have Stopped Becoming

2008-01-11T22:33:00.000-08:00

Now I have stopped becoming.
Now I become weaker with each passing year,
physically, but it is all too clear
that the mind too will soon cease becoming
and even courage perhaps will slowy begin to fade.

Now as worldly hope disolves the only hope is divine hope.
Hope that those memories of wonderous moments of knowing have not been lies
Hope that there is truth in those fairy tales.
Those I wrote of my own transformation.

Divine Care

2008-01-07T21:00:00.000-08:00

Here it comes again
the God’s in their fantastic
infinate compassion and generosity
have seen my lower self getting out of control
and they have stepped in,
admisistering numerous troublesome irritations, worries, problems and fears
and generally removing all excess energy
which had been and would have continued to be used to create a persistant self image.
A virtual self.
A Frankenstien’s Monster.

Shall I try to renounce the activities of this virtual being
or simply focus more attention on what is real
The former sounds right to mind,
the later is without doubt always a winning solution.
Yes, now I see, the monster wants to solve the problem by fighting it’s self.
Silly monster. You can not fight yourself.
You are not even real.

To think, that perhaps some divine being cares enough
to do what is needed to keep the monster off balance
over and over again.
That is a feeling of Love.

Faith, Fantasy and Fairy Tales.

2007-12-29T00:25:00.000-08:00

Faith is real and powerful. It does not mean forcing ourselves to believe something that someone told us that we should believe. It means allowing the heart to know what it knows even though the mind thinks that it can not be.

Faith and Fantasy appear to be the same thing to mind so it is better not to reject one’s fantasies too quickly. They just might be a genuine glimps of something higher. Fairy tales seem to help me to have faith.

My Christmas

2007-12-27T11:14:00.000-08:00

This year I went to my parents house, where I had lived for some years, and celebrated with my parents and my sister’s family. We exchanged gifts for two hours and then ate a nice dinner prepared by my parents. For a moment I forget that I had grand-nephews and I thought that I saw again my nephews tearing open the packages. After dinner I and my sister washed dishes as in the distant past.

It was a Christmas typical of those in my family and through-out the U.S., but my perception of Christmas, my internal Christmas, has changed slowly over the years.

As a child Christmas seemed a magical time of intense excitement when dreams could come true. I was very happy to receive so many gifts. Then at a certain age I started to see Christmas as a bad thing. It seemed that we were forced to do things that we did not want to do because of a tradition. It also seemed to me that this tradition precluded sincere expression of love because of all of the obligatory symbolic representations of love, the focus on the material, and the tremendous stress involved. Bah Humbug!

Recently I have begun to see some magic creeping back into Christmas. I can see that there is something magical about how I tolerate difficulties in order to spend some time with loved ones. It is still a mystery to me. Does the extra effort required to prepare for Christmas help us to experience love that is always there? Why is love so difficult to see? Perhaps because it is the air that we breath.

I guess I really do not know the ways of the heart so perhaps the best I (mind) can do is to try to stay out of the way. Then the heart will find it’s way in every circumstance.

Perhaps Christmas is the mind’s gift to the heart.

What is Wisdom?

2007-12-19T20:46:00.000-08:00

Wisdom is to love God.

To accept the loving freindship of this intelligent universe
who, like any lover, has plenty of free to time to think up little ways to get our attention.
Who eagerly and playfully takes advantage of every bit of attention offered.
Sometimes by sending a gust of wind at just the right time.

At times he comes as a friendly stranger who unwittingly touches deep inside
by an unforseen connection,
again as a teacher, relative, old friends or a lover,
again as a host of peculuar coincideneces,
now as my own Self smiling back at me.

Sometimes he is a vague yet unquestionable sensation
that there is magic and love in full abundance
created and bestowed
sweetly and personally.

Something Special

2007-12-05T21:43:00.000-08:00

There is something special.
Something better than telepathy, or empathy, or magic.
It might be called a oneness of the heart.
I do not mean the mushy sentiment and co-dependance of a new romance,
though many a lover has seen this special something, mingled with their fantasies.

It is not my heart or your heart but the heart, common to all of the universe.
We can leave a message there for someone, or everyone,
and they may receive it immeadiatly,
perhaps even before we send it.

Such messages must never be revieled to mind
who is deeply threatened by the possiblitly
that all his rules, accomplishment and learnings
are just a heap of meaningless rubbish.

The next time you want to send a message
from your heart to another heart (or your own)
just put it in the in-box in the universal heart
(and don’t tell your mind)
Your heart will know when it has been delivered.