The heart’s true desire
is born because it expands, because it liberates.
It guides you by igniting your creativity,
it invoke you with its beauty,
it magnetizes you with its truth,
a truth that beats to the rhythm of your heart.
This desire springs from the abundance of potential,
from the freedom of being, from play,
from the impulse to explore the unknown.
It is the silence that burns,
with clear direction and deep passion.
The desire born of lack
justifies, defends,
maintains the status quo to survive.
It doesn’t seek to prosper, but to preserve what it has obtained.
It consumes quickly,
it is barely a momentary relief;
then only an inert emptiness remains.
It silences creativity,
it is functional, cautious, calculates the risk,
it tries to achieve something
to feel secure
or sustain an identity.
The heart’s desire
can also feel fear,
because everything you had built could die.
But it can also open you
to everything Life wants to give you,
to that which you had never imagined.
The desire that seeks identity
is born of fear,
and is insatiable.
It seeks to be fulfilled by something external,
keeping you in hope
that the next desire
will indeed bring you stability and protection.
The heart’s desire,
to the mind, is madness.
But the heart needs no map,
only a burning truth.
