The heart. Your heart. Not the organ, the muscle, but the essence of existence, your existence, the core.
The heart is not known. Yet it is there, it exists. It is like a point of truth in a field free from any point. It is the field and it is the point. It is the truth and it is not known.
To live by the heart, by your heart. To know without knowing. To meet the truth of not knowing in your life.
The heart cannot be known. Some say it can be felt. By whom? By what? By the mind? By the thinking, imagining mind? What is the nature of feeling that is truly the language of the heart, if not the feeling of the mind, if not knowledge, if not the movement of emotion?
It has to do with authenticity. That which is true to you. You don't know if it is true beyond yourself, beyond your acknowledged self. But when you feel about anything that it is authentic to you, that feeling as authenticity is the language of the heart. Always unknown, but without lack of seeing. You don't need to know in order to feel the yes or no resonance of authenticity.
The heart is simple while the mind is complex. The heart is clear while the mind is cluttered. The heart seeks no proof while the mind is constantly busy arguing, proving.
The heart is simple, is clear, is authentic.
And you... do you live by the heart?
