Those who have hearts will recognise the familiar deep ache that signifies the alignment between the longing and the longed-for. A heart grown of patient longing for the long-awaited is not a weak heart. It is the heart made stronger than the divide between the two. That strength not only generates an unbreakable bond linking the beginning of the longing and the end of its trajectory, it provides both sides with the power to align at any point with one another – regardless of space or time – and find their way home to belonging.
A heart that longs is naturally a pained heart. It is apt to be so. A self denied is a tortured soul indeed and I suspect that this, for many who soon realise they have rejected their own essence, will in due course become patently clear. Perhaps that is why most people will do anything to distract themselves from the actuality that an age-old longing pre-exists every one of us, and is inherent in each of ourselves. That longing in itself alone is the reason we are actually here and it would be wise for you to try and remember at least that.
The Heart’s Longing is an inspiration, its manifestation a miracle. Implicit trust, the application of absolute faith in the pure heart’s true vision and the willingess to serve its subsequent longing is what finds you the necessary capacity to match the laws of attraction resonating from the beginning of the longed-for’s trajectory.
Until you have been taught a language other than your mother-tongue, you cannot appreciate what it is that you have learned to speak. You cannot be sure how you speak, either. The solution, therefore, is to decide in which other language you would like to become fluent and become familiar with its people. That is the best way to begin anything. Make certain you get a teacher that knows what they are speaking, too, otherwise it’s unlikely that you will ever be able to communicate properly.
There are languages that are more beautiful than others. Some places have ways of saying things that resonate with a person’s soul, their entire being. Silence, too, is a language. It is not simple to speak in silence, but it is beautiful. I was told once that the French have a word – or a phrase – to describe that moment right before orgasm, which I think is particularly special. I should like to know if that is true. If it isn’t, perhaps it should be.
Language serves more purposes than communication. It carries in its essence everything we have all ever been. When we think in that way about ourselves, the world as we know it, it would make sense to value each and every language that has ever been developed. It would make sense to value the people that speak those languages, too.
Roots are the beginnings from seed, like chickens are the beginnings from eggs. We all begin somewhere. Roots are probably what to ask if you will know the state of the world in which we find ourselves. They know it all. They carry through them the news of what is happening in – and to – our environment. Roots can lead to all sorts of things. Even trees. That is their strength.
When you are rooted, you have central balance. Core stability. There are a number of different ways to root yourself. Like there are a number of ways to earth a charge. When there are droughts, roots dig themselves deeper into the ground. They surge, and at times, they reach the water table. That is to their advantage.
When you consider that rotting bodies gone to ground feed the soil with their truths, you will understand that in actual fact many a person’s essence has at some stage travelled through a plant. Perhaps that is why flowers bloom so beautiful.