For in the silence and purity of the heart God speaks.
“In the Heart of the World“
In the silence of the heart love resides. Trying to find the silence in a world that is crying so loudly, I struggle. There is so much work to be done and from every outer source I am bombarded with need. It is so noisy that I barely remember what it is I am supposed to be doing.
Love. From the depths of who I am this is what I desire. To live from a place of love. To think, speak and act from here. I momentarily forget what I already know to be true.
I am allowing the noise to block me from the love that finds its place within me. I touch it with my fingertips and it sends waves of tranquil vibration through every cell of my being landing softly on my heart. From here I breathe in the peace and try to gently capture this feeling. Holding on a little too tightly I suddenly find myself wondering, “What is that?” What was that elusive sensation that just whispered its way through me? Where did it go? I try and try to get it back and, in the process, doubt appears. It must be my imagination. Nothing is that perfect.
But it is. Love whispers. It doesn’t shake us into believing it exists. It just is. It doesn’t force us to look at others and find fault. It quietly says that there is perfection everywhere. Love listens. In the silence of the heart, love allows the woes of the world to find solace. Love understands. Love guides with a gentle hand and with words that are kind. Love sees only good and, if allowed, will show you only good. Love is not elusive. It is silent. It will not fight fear. It will quietly wait for you to see that fear is an illusion. My heart is telling me that it’s time. There is nothing broken. There is nothing out of sync.
My lessons of the heart have been many but it is this that I now know. Silence does not mean the absence of sound. It means that there is a voice waiting to be heard. That gentle, ethereal feeling in my fingertips that is alerting me to open my heart is also preparing the silence for me. I listen and I love. And I begin.
From my heart to yours, Diane
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