Heart

The ego – our self-image – amounts to everything we have decided to hold onto. A monstrous edifice that glitters and gleams. It feeds on the anxiety induced by its contradictions: it must outshine but must also belong. It demands attendance and obedience from the mind body and spirit. The only part of us that knows its fraudulence and refuses to obey is the heart, so the ego seats itself in the chest – in front of the heart – blocking the heart's open communication with the world at large. Then anything that gets through to the heart is first censored by the ego, and anything that comes out of the heart passes first into the ego, and we have the mess of emotion we generally call feelings. In the realm of pure heart – unsullied by ego – there are no feelings – no refections – there is only heart – pure connexion.