I'll love anyway, even if it hurts
The heart is in a state of taboo. Why?
To wear your heart on your sleeve is to be vulnerable, weak, unwise, destructible, and open to the elements, open to pain. So without necessarily realising it we chronically hide our hearts. Save them for our one true love. Or we give it to those to whom we are bonded, or to whom we feel deserve it, and yet even then, we can quickly withdraw when we feel a threat.
The world is full of fear, which is accentuated by the fact that heartlessness governs many facets of our society. From corporate greed to religious fanaticism, environmental destruction to corrupt governments, reflected on a more a local level from crime to conflict, family disputes to bullying in the playground. And so, of course over time we feel that we need to withdraw our childlike, natural, open heartedness into safety. How else can we survive?
What if we were to value our own hearts as much as we value our possessions, our status, our position and validity, and most of all what we deem “worthy”? Might we not see then that our coveting of our own hearts only leads to the lack, which expresses itself in a world that is - under the guise of power - fearful, and greedy for the one thing it denies itself?
It is indeed the humble heart that IS worthy.
“ This heart is made from cardboard and a recycled wood frame. It is not made of gold; it is not what some might call a work of art. It is as unimportant and important as everything and everyone else. It is imperfect and shoddy, yet it is mine and I made it. It is my heart. It is big, and contains all of my love. “
I want to break a taboo, and put my heart on the streets for all to see, admire, vandalize. Amidst any threat it will stand, ready to take any hit, feel any pain.
For Love is the biggest taboo of our time. And I am willing to put mine in danger to break it.
To wear your heart on your sleeve is to be vulnerable, weak, unwise, destructible, and open to the elements, open to pain. So without necessarily realising it we chronically hide our hearts. Save them for our one true love. Or we give it to those to whom we are bonded, or to whom we feel deserve it, and yet even then, we can quickly withdraw when we feel a threat.
The world is full of fear, which is accentuated by the fact that heartlessness governs many facets of our society. From corporate greed to religious fanaticism, environmental destruction to corrupt governments, reflected on a more a local level from crime to conflict, family disputes to bullying in the playground. And so, of course over time we feel that we need to withdraw our childlike, natural, open heartedness into safety. How else can we survive?
What if we were to value our own hearts as much as we value our possessions, our status, our position and validity, and most of all what we deem “worthy”? Might we not see then that our coveting of our own hearts only leads to the lack, which expresses itself in a world that is - under the guise of power - fearful, and greedy for the one thing it denies itself?
It is indeed the humble heart that IS worthy.
“ This heart is made from cardboard and a recycled wood frame. It is not made of gold; it is not what some might call a work of art. It is as unimportant and important as everything and everyone else. It is imperfect and shoddy, yet it is mine and I made it. It is my heart. It is big, and contains all of my love. “
I want to break a taboo, and put my heart on the streets for all to see, admire, vandalize. Amidst any threat it will stand, ready to take any hit, feel any pain.
For Love is the biggest taboo of our time. And I am willing to put mine in danger to break it.
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