While strolling along the coast, a treasure trove of thoughts came ashore. I strike gold when the ‘spiritual being living in a body’ ideal finally hits home in me.
After a long voyage, its meaning sinks deep into my core. I raise my anchor and find myself no longer ‘beside my self’.
I know not what the future brings. The past fades and is filed. There are no regrets. I move out of the fog and I am less invisible.
When I devote my attention to her she glows and I light up from the inside out quelling the darkness.
As I cultivate my heart spirit, she soothes and 
quiets my mind
much like a crystalline stream.
My heart spirit is the one true friend worth living and dying for.
My greater self loves me unconditionally and no man can say that with truth in his eye.
She is resilient but saddened by the battles we choose to engage her.
Sadly, she lets me go when I will it so.
She stands aside, honorable and upright, when I refuse to yield. She serves with great care. I toss about and fall overboard. She reaches me just in time and by divine influence my attention is reverted to her inspiration. (Like a fairy capturing my attention by way of the ghost orchids on the islands).
SILENTLY SHE YAWLS FOR US TO FOLLOW.
When we are obedient and manifest through her, there is unspeakable joy and light. When we do not, we sink further down towards the aphotic zone.
The ego makes her out to be a pirate (a falsehood).
It draws attention away from itself by placing the blame elsewhere. The masks are what the ego is renown for; though, not goodness. The ego turns our attention and we dismiss our heart with a shoo of the hand. Our confusion therein lies, resulting in the misdirection of our manifestation.
Why isn’t it the other way around? Why doesn’t the heart talk bad of the ego? The heart spirit is pure love. She may harbor the venom spit at us by the ego, but she doesn’t falter when it stands in the forefront, dictating our lives.
The powerful ego is adrift but so readily trusted at times.
Why don’t we stow the ego when it bobs its head up at us?
Why can standing by the heart be felt as more dangerous than the rip tide? When did we give-way to the ego?
When did we fall short and succumb to its maniacal approach?
The battleships part and the victor reigns supreme upon our waters. The joy felt by those who live within their heart realm is infinite. Those drowned in fear drift back to their sheltered cove the ego delights in. Their value of happiness and joy is null and void.
How do we manifest from the sea of our heart? How do we touch the luminosity of our ‘lighthouse’?
We close our eyes and feel the current vibrating through us. Listen and acknowledge her almighty power deep beneath our surface. Accept, receive and allow the magnificent ancient tones to manifest their glory.
Our heart spirit, our greater self, is not separate of us. It is us. Batten down your hatches and tack through the eye of the wind.
