It would be so simple to just let the heart speak.
It is the door to an intelligence which goes beyond any known thoughts…
A profound feeling
A truth so true
An unquestionable truth
Without doubt
It is the truth which simply IS
…while the mind betrays us with fragments of memories, translated into satisfactions and dissatisfactions, traumas and moments of joy.
The mind lies. It questions, it always occupies itself and it worries all the time, in its desperate movements, in search of some confirmation… or could it be confusion?
A thousand voices…
Millions of questions
Without getting anywhere.
What could the filter of the mind be?
That which we know as real?
We come to the question:
Wow! Do these thoughts even come from me?
They seem to have their own will!
Even if only the imagination is a solid barrier to break through and it might seem to be simple to think with the heart alone, the mind interferes like a knife, cutting off, severing, all that flows from the heart.
An unnatural mechanism that blocks what is natural.
Oh mind that lies
Lives in a solid lion
So fierce
Ravishing its own heart
Oh mind that lies
Triumphs in the animal
So concrete
So real
So instinctive
Reacts to all that sees
Reacts to all that feels
Reacts to all that hears
Oh mind that lies
If you lie, then what is real?
The touch of the paws and claws in the ground?
What makes the lion question so much?
Oh mind that lies
The lion has realized that it cannot fly
It cannot feel the completeness which is in the air
Oh mind that lies
Having devoured its own heart
It has nothing left but to think.
