Freedom of the heart

2007-07-18 14:22

i walk through a crowded market-place. Poor and rich brush past me. People of all sorts, all cultures. Diversity to the eyes.

But there is just one feeling as my eyes caress the crowd.
They are all one, they are all You, my Lord. They are my very self. and no other.
Never again will anyone be "an other".

It is all You milling around me. Or myself. There is no fear. There is warmth and trust and peace and a restfulness as i walk.

There is a growing peace and the beginning of a deep sigh of relief deep inside as barriers start to weaken and crumble, as pride and prejudice and bias and separation start to reveal themselves as a mirage.

The heart which has always been strait-jacketed, finds that it was made to love without distinction. That was its nature all along. That the concept of "other" was a horrible lie, a deceit, a trap; looking on "other" bodies as "others" was a betrayal of oneself.

We have known freedom, but that was only a freedom of the limbs, of the tongue or pen. Did such freedom bring us happiness?

This now is freedom of the heart, a deeper and truer freedom, a freedom that brings with it joy and relief and lightheartedness and happiness. When the heart is free to love with abandon, with no barriers and demarcations.

When there is no mind to curb the heart.

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For all the "others", i wonder "where were you all this time?" and then i realize the question should be, "Where was _i_ all this time?"

Glory to You my Lord, my Master, my Father, my very own Ramana, captive of my heart, who loves me so much that he has dissolved ommst all my pain (praps like Siva who drank the poison).