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The heart

The heart is the resonant chamber for the soul’s experience on earth. Within its depths there exists a longing of the soul; a wish for the loves we feel of life to be enacted on earth.

This wish of love is our sacred purpose and in the times of peace and self-mercy we have felt its presence; we have known simply that we love to love.

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A timeless Love

There exists within ourselves a timeless love that is hidden beneath our anxiety.

It is the us of us that we love. the champion of life and our story within it.

Its truth is only known by ourselves and it is only we who can give it the light of day, for we are the author of what will be.

Its song is known by our heartfelt loves of life, those moments when we slip into the magic of life and re-join the company of our beloved self.

It is true that the heart knows what the mind cannot see but the soul lives in what the heart loves.

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The Heart

The heart is the source of all the world’s greatness. It can pull star dreams to earth, for the heart has created all the wonders of the world, all the gifts of humanity and all the songs of love. It is the home of an innocence, a wise innocence that dispels the cynicism I hold in myself and of myself. 
It is the place of our truth, not the truth of yesterday or tomorrow that my mind struggles to know, but the truth of the moment, the living truth. And when I allow it, it is a cathedral of light. A library of illumined text that describes the union of my heaven and earth. Its call has the power to move mountains or create the gentlest touch of love. It is the artist within, the writer of meanings, and the manifestor of dreams.http://www.tobynegus.com/product/giclee-print-heart-words/

Sense of Self

Sense of SelfWe carry a sense of self that is compounded by the thousand, thousand feelings of life that our journey has created. It is a sense of self that determines what we see and do. it’s presence that is made from the memories of our experience that have been made from the meanings we have put upon what did or did not happen.It is an ever-present persuasion that tells us what we feel should or should not be; a ghost that empowers the decisions of what to think because of what we see and what to think because of what we have thought. This sense of self is not the whole truth of us, it is only a truth of the truth of ourselves. We carry another sense of self that is more elusive. It is uncoupled from our memories of life and so not beholden to a wish to compare or judge. It is a sense of self that lives in the moments of life, an emanation of the soul that changes our view of the world. It carries a sense of belonging and trust and is forgiving, allowing and compassionate, for it does love so.

All is Now, Now is All

All is now, now is all, all is OK.

The actual moment of the now is not perceived by thought or reason. You may, after its passing, use memories to compare it to other moments, to create a meaning, to decide what it means. but this will only give a fraction of the moments meaning.

The actual moment itself is just too big, too wild to be contained by the words of the mind. It is life itself and has no comparison, no perceived outcome, no beginning, and no end.

The willingness to be with the moment, without conditions and expectations, is the ultimate acceptance of life. It is a submersion into the unknown and a surrender to its timeless threads. It is where we fall in love, where we find peace and where we forgive. But these times of loved mystery are often fleeting, we can become drawn away from its journey by the wish to compare the incomparable; so, we think ourself out of the moment, look to decide a meaning, give it a purpose that fits what is already known, what is already finite. In doing so, we lose its living presence and assign it to the catacombs of memory.

But the moment of the now is always there, it was there before we thought and will be there after we have thought. It is a living moment that exists outside of time. It has no season and no agenda. It is the crucible of life; of every step and every breath we take.

It is where the soul can breathe. Unrestricted and undistracted, we become at home with the ineffable. And can be are at peace with that, for there is no need to be anywhere else. It is love, for when we love we abandon our resistance to life, we enter its flow and become a part of all that we see, and all is well.

(Extract from The Heart Knows What the Mind Cannot See)

The Mind & Memories

Our thinking and reason use the memories of our experience to define a meaning to each moment of the day. Each person we meet and place we go is assessed and measured through the window of our memories.

If I look around my home, my memories are everywhere. Each book on the shelves was an experience that gave me a feeling, and because of that a meaning. The pictures on the wall, the objects on the mantel piece, the cup in my hands, they all have a feeling of a meaning drawn from my memory.

We have memories from our childhood, our teenage life and adult life; millions of memories that are stacked in the recesses of the mind, experiences that have feelings that can be evoked and emerge into consciousness by a song, a view or even a smell.

Our memories create the window through which we see the world, and the world becomes a reflection of our experience.

Memories are powerful and will bend the truth of what we see into shapes that fit the comfort of our assumptions; a perception that may not be the truth but will be the truth we create. It may not be all that the moment is, but it will be all that we get from it.

They can take us through the whole day, just living off the memories of all that we see. Not seeing what we see, only seeing the meaning that was created yesterday. Like driving a car, it’s easy to do, habitual; an unconsciousness that can be both bland and blind. 

Of course, we need the memories of our experience to get through the day, without them we would be lost. But the habitual painting of the moment with the colours of yesterday’s experience is a second-hand view of life, a life outside of the truth of the moment.

The moments of life will always be more than our memories can give it.

What if…

What if these great tools of thinking and reason are just inadequate in formulating this quest for the deeper truth of me? And what if I held, somewhere in the  heart, that something that could read the truth of the moment, that could hold its presence and see its meaning?

the mind

The Mind is one of the greatest faculties we have. It is a magnificent tool of perception, comprehension, and a ‘go-getter’.

It holds the thousand threads to the places, people, and experiences of my yesterdays and the thousand threads to what may be in my tomorrows.

It travels on the hopes and fears of my life, to places and times outside of the moment, to tomorrows dreams and to memories of my youth, to heroic moments and to embarrassing disasters.

It will diligently search through time and space to secure the answers to questions about what was, is, and what will be.

It will insatiably use the How, Why, When, What and Where to rummage for the things I have told it I care about, often silly things, but because I have emotions about them, the mind thinks them important. The stronger the emotion, the higher up the list of importance they go. These lumps of emotions form the centres of gravity for what I will think, and what I will think because of what I think.

A thousand faces

Every person we see has a thousand faces of the story that they are, some that are present, some hidden or some just waiting. They have a thousand voices, some murmuring, some shouting and some that just sing.

Each person is a cacophony of motion with a thousand rhythms, some that dance, some that falter and some that never standstill.

 

They are carrying a thousand meanings of life expressed in the tilt of the head, the way they walk, the clothes they wear and the lines on their face. And behind the eyes lives the 5-year-old, the 12-year-old and a life for every decade of their earth’s experience.

 

Every person carries the thousand threads of time, memories into what was, views of what is and thoughts into what could be.

They are living within a sea of time where waves break upon the shore of consciousness, some fast, some slow and others frozen.

 

They have a thousand cycles that push and pull their being moment, patterns that capture and let go of the thousand choices that happen every hour of the day.

 

They are a kaleidoscope of colours of which we see but the dewdrops of their vast universe of occurrence. And each person’s moment has a thousand senses that make life from life and break the illusion of a singular self.

There is a song to be sung

There is a song to be sung that only you can know, words that only you can summon, a rhythm that only you can discern.

It is a unique song that has is made in the thousand million stories that have created who you are. Stories that are not arbitrary for without them you could not now be you. Nor are they without rhyme or reason for it is a song of the heart.

It is a song of love but a love that only you know.
It is a song of spirit but a spirit that only you can touch.
It has been there since times remembered and of course, will never leave. It is the whisper of the soul, a chant of remembrance, the song of your loves emergence.