Heart

 

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Heart

Revelatory Heart

Embracing embraceable heart

Wizened foolish heart

Knowable knowing heart

Timid feint sturdy heart

Precious expendable heart

Questioning mysterious heart

Infinite heart

 

The first known written story is about how another reveals us to ourself, more specifically how the goddess incarnate as temple prostitute, reveals man to himself and sets him off on the journey in quest of himself….

At the core of story is this capacity to hold up an imaginary mirror through which we might gaze inward into the mysterious landscapes of our inheritances, our creations, our premonitions… our affinities and our aversions… our intimacies and our dreads… a mirror which weaves the unknown and known together in a tapestry of the self as solitary… the self as cosmic…

The mirror faces outward as well, a mirror transformed in the modern to a camera, a video, a story well framed – motives played out in the crossings of waves, in their turbulences, at lands head, their calm star infused reflections of heaven, and the torments of those surrounded by disagreement…. The torrents of change…

As we turn to keyboard and screen the mirror has changed from paper and pen, and farther still from the face and voices of those who stirred life’s beginning, through entanglements of desire, touch and loving presence…

A question is stirring… about this mirroring and the desire for reflection…

The place of knowing the knowing of the heart, knowing the presence of breathe connected to heart, this continuance of exchange between our heart and the common air which binds each heart to all…

In love hearts cross over… they become more than the territory of the self… they become common refuge, common foundation, common flowering… and in this commonness the self may be lost… in fact at its most ecstatic, the heart has no consciousness of itself…  it transcends judgment moving into pure presence, and it is here that shadows of histories debris are washed from us… where a presence of devotion infuses blessing powers,  emanations… opening beyond the languages, ideas, imaginations of our past allowing the new and alive to reveal themselves from within… and so heart is at the root of memory and intuitive creative realization…

Gentle simplicities quiet the landscape of the self that we might still enough to listen, to join up with, the intimacy of the heart, and once we are truly listening begin to hear voices of our landscape… and these will not be ours alone… for other hearts bidden and not bidden have touched us, and our own history/herstory may or may not be a territory that seems to welcome us…  At the door to the landscape of the self are both the fierce and the gentle, the trustworthy and those willing to betray… and in our own histories/herstories we may have been led to embrace as well as betray our own hearts…  a territory full of our humanity…

Steady now… this is the wild horse willing to move on its own and leave one’s mind behind as it roams the hills… and again we are left to wonder… whose heart is this…

Heart as location seems to be mostly wrong, heart as the crossroads is more like it, and the crossroads are made real by those who travel, and so it is that the heart as witness rings with truth’s of the wanderer… 

Heart is the lemniscating nexus which all of our selves must travel through – all of our matter is renewed and bathed and refreshed here… rhythmic steadiness of heart holds the space of transformation… moving what is interior into the world… moving the cosmos into the intimacies of selfhood…  beyond reach of all embodied sense… Yet deep within…

Here it is we find …

 

Heart

Revelatory Heart

Embracing embraceable heart

Wizened foolish heart

Knowable knowing heart

Timid feint sturdy heart

Precious expendable heart

Questioning mysterious heart

Infinite heart

 

Beginner’s heart

 

 

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This piece was written on the 22nd day of my partner’s fidelity to the creation of Sanctuary dedicated to the Mother of Us All – Thank you for your inspirations Olive!

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