When thoughts and feelings
take opposite directions and the realization of truth becomes the greatest
luxury.
The silence that sees the
right side of once own ideal and the wrong side of others, denies reality.
The heart observes the
facts in action and its truth in realization as we are all equal in truth and
not in facts.
The language of the heart
lets virtues feelings dissolve in the bliss of purity; it is the doctrine that
fuels the higher intelligence.
The silent language of
nature’s intuition makes belief a conception that takes faith to a conviction. The
heart knows that beyond the human love, divine love and truth comes to life.
The heart and its look
within touches the world within a tear all oceans, while the eyes to the outer
world feel like a drop in the sea.
The silence of the heart
has nothing new to say; only recapturing memories of things that they may not
be forgotten.
The heart speaks of rising
the soul to the highest in the intimacy of become emptier to rise, for to be richer
in compassion.
The silence of the heart is
the promise of the dawn and the light of the morning to sense the joy towards
the home-coming.
The longing of the heart is
the wish of desire as the will creates the deed in his presence as the beloved.
The treasures of the heart
are no more life’s secret, when one can see the worldly limits and the yearning
for something eternal beyond.
The silence of the heart is
humanity in love when the heart is in trust of the beloved spiritual guide and
the willing surrender.
Love is the resignation to
the will of the beloved of ones heart for the eternal love, or the
happy-ever-after sphere where love has no more shadows.
The heart speaks of the
wide spaces of the horizon and womb of visions as soil for thoughts, giving
birth to once desire.
Reflections of intuitive
images of heart are like the reflected light in a pool of water as source of
all infirmities.
The heart wants to see to
move the soul to ecstasy, for the wicked that attracts punishment and the
virtuous earning his reward.
The greatest good in silent
peace is the fragile longing and it will not come to a lover’s heart, so long
as being not love itself.
All things pertaining to
spiritual progress in life depend upon peace of mind and the silent heart
listening.
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