My Heart is Your Heart

The Essence of All That Is

Happy Anniversary, Dominick. God knew I would be better with you.

My heart is your heart.

Many trees seem separate, yet they hold hands by their roots.

When I hang from my legs on the branch, I am the leaf.

My heart is your heart.

Lakes, rivers, waterfalls, and streams flow to the same ocean.

When I burst into tears, I am the geyser.

My heart is your heart.

One spark lands on a twig and becomes the forest fire.

When I blush, I am the ember.

My heart is your heart.

The tornado unwinds far enough to be a gentle breeze in the field grass.

When I release an exhale out of my nose, I am the wind.

My heart is your heart.

The stars shine in the dark sky to the earth, and so the earth may shine to the stars.

When I Love, I am.

My heart is your heart.

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I enjoy writing poetry sometimes. I sense that it comes out in rare (for now) moments when I am operating directly from my true essence… from Essence.

Throughout my life, I have generally operated through a system that has many filters, built-in defense mechanisms, ways to cope, learned behaviors, and unprocessed emotions. These constructs block, reroute, or reshape my true essence however best suites their needs and purposes at the time.

The thing about that type of operating system is that it is ultimately unsustainable. Essence is the most powerful force there is. It will go to any length to reclaim and restore itself. Essence rumbles like an earthquake and boils like a volcano until the constructs begin to crack. Pressure starts to build. It becomes too much to handle for the body and the mind. They crumble. They unravel.

It is the end and beginning.

Emptiness. Stillness. Essence can finally heal itself. First breaths in the empty space. Begin again.

All of life is always bringing me back to the emptiness so I can begin again. When I am a child, I gravitate toward everything that feels good, or everything that seems like it feels good… so pretty much everything. The longer I grow in an environment of unpredictable variables, the more survival constructs I build. I start watching out for everything around me rather than listening from within to what is pulling me closer.

There was a time when I could not love myself. That was not necessarily the time to try to love myself. If I don’t love myself, then I cannot teach myself to love myself.

Capiche?

That is why at that time in my life, the only way I could receive Love was through other people. This is why we must love the person who does not love themself. Sometimes it might seem like the most difficult mission.

I was loved back to life. My sister used to tell me: “You are my heart, Jean.” I didn’t understand until now. All I could do for a while was simply choose to receive love. I allowed love to grow inside of me once again. For quite some time, I only knew love to be something that someone else put inside of me. Then, it started to expand and burn. The people that put it there couldn’t hear it or tell me what do. Only I could listen to it to find out what it was saying.

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By learning to care for my Essence, I fell in love with her. My operating system doesn’t need extensions, bells and whistles now. When energy flows from my deepest center, and I trust the way it wants to flow, there is nothing for my mind to do. My mind still wants to have a job. It will catch me off guard and create a problem to solve. Sometimes I clean up the whole house before I write. I get everything in order around me. That way, my mind can’t march into my precious writing bubble to tell me I forgot to sift the cat shit out of the litter boxes. Of course, this is nonsensical thinking because the mind is insatiable. It will never stop finding things to do.

The concept of quieting the mind has entered more mainstream channels of our western culture, and that makes me glad. Busy minds built many industries, systems, and politics, some of which are now cracking at their foundations. Essence is rumbling. Organic creation is calling. We could measure the increase of creative output in relation to the decrease of mind chatter. Calmness brings focus.

I see creative and driven people finding more efficient ways to flow and be, without the waste and limitations of aged constructs that no longer serve well. The builders of those constructs might fight to keep them in place. The construct could represent one person and the way they think about one thing. Or it could represent a whole corporate company, a government group, or set of laws. Although we all come from the same emptiness, we are often at different places on our journey in human form. It’s common that people and groups don’t operate from their Essence when working together. One person might still want to use the same construct that could be hurting someone else.

I don’t have a solution for the chaos at the moment. What I can offer is my poem. That poem came from my Essence. I know that is the most powerful force. I know I can trust the way it wants to flow. I know it will go exactly where it needs to go. I call this many things:

Trusting God

Listening to the Universe

Being true to myself. My Self

Following True North

I believe creativity, in all realms, is the antidote for the world.

Antidote:

• a medicine taken or given to counteract a particular poison.

• something that counteracts or neutralizes an unpleasant feeling or situation.

Notice it doesn’t say “kills” the poison. Notice it doesn’t say “eliminates” the unpleasant feeling or situation. It counteracts it. It neutralizes it. Creativity is the neutron.

This antidote, or this neutron, can be administered in what seems like an infinite variety of ways. It could be through art, science, cooking, engineering, law, medicine, music, parenting, family, play, therapy, education, or business. I don’t know why I tried to make a list after saying the variety of ways is infinite. The first specific example that came to mind is how one, single song can lift someone out of a suicidal thought.

This is why I can trust my poem.

My poem is from my Essence, and that is the most powerful force.

What can you trust in yourself? If you ask how to know what to trust, remember, it starts with becoming still and empty. It starts as a quiet rumble. It’s like a cat’s purr, thrumming from their center. It just happens, and they don’t have to think about it. The purr generates affection. Affection multiplies. Multiplied affection creates a bond. A bond is love. Love is Oneness.

My heart is your heart.

With Love, Jeannie