Following the untamed heart

As the musician Adam Rudolph relates, "Listening to the heart asks for the silencing of the mind which judges, filters, and compartmentalizes. It calls for casting away of temporal limitations, and opening to the deepest sentiment of our own being, allowing our very soul to be touched."(from The Free Spirit)

And yet “People see with their minds. That is the problem. [For] perfect sight is achieved with the heart.”, observes Rhonda Mastin.^{^[15]}

When the heart opens like a window, the breeze of the Spirit can finally blow through. Then we shall be detached from the finitude of seriousness and meaning, and released into the infinity of meaningless, fabulous play. "Knowing nothing shuts the iron gates", acknowledges Kabir, and "the new love opens them."

The new love is the love of living, not the love of understanding. Wonder, like gratitude, will open us up to the given-miracle of all life. It is the gateway to life; it is a clearing through the jungle, a breath beneath the sea, a window, opening for the light to cast away the darkness.

Of this 'new love', so to speak, Lindsay Clarke claims, "It lops off the head, and once the head's off there's a chance we might learn to think with the heart."(Chymical Wedding, p108). Which is to say, wonder tills the soil, but does not plant the seed, for the seed is from the Tree of Life, not from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil; only after we have been cleansed by wonder can the true plant begin to grow. Hence, as it is said, we must first become as children- then alone shall learn to play, and sing, and dance, and love again. Then alone shall we be redeemed from the confining, separate cells created by the mind, so as to freely re-enter the union of the Kingdom of the Spirit.^{^[16]}

Again and again, we must not let the mind get in the way of the limitless freedom of our beings, nor let it impede the sensitivity of our feeling hearts; the heart which is second-fiddle to the mind is as good as dead.

A modern-day Troubadour, Tom Waits, proclaims the compass of his inherent freedom, singing: "My heart was not born to be tamed."

[15] Therefore, as the lyrics from the title song of the musical Grease proclaim, "We've got to be what we feel...[to] start believing we can be who we are....[for] this is a life of illusion. ...We [must] throw away conventionality [which] belonged to yesterday."

[16] For: “It’s not on any chart. You must find it with your heart.” The mythical “Never, Never Land” of Peter Pan.