The heart is the mistery

I was thinking the other day that sorrow comes whenever something happens in disagreement with our expactations. It seems that the source of suffering lies in our struggle against what life presents to us.

It is a most intriguing fact, but many times we seem to be running in the exact opposite direction of what best life has to offer us. Many times we simply want something because it matches whatever desires and dellusions are conditioned into our minds.

Life is wise and without error, and it could only take us to the most suitable of the places. Always. But we hardly see it. We do not believe it. We do not accept it.

But how could we open our eyes to what life is trying to show us?

Maybe life talks to us in such a misterious way that only the heart can understand. But the heart, though a part of ourselves, seems to be a mistery greater than life.

The heart is something we just cannot explain.

But the heart knows it all. Because no heart is apart from any other heart. When we act with the heart we can see what is the right path to follow, where is the right place to go.

The heart is the highway that leads us straight away to truth.

Truth is life,
and there is no life that is not in the heart.

Truth is life,
truth is love...
heart is the mistery.