I’ve mentioned before that the heart-based goodness (a.k.a. compassion, loving kindness) which I’m able to extend to others is not of my making. It comes from a deeper source than anything a thinking mind or skilled body might produce. Trying to describe it is difficult if not impossible: language limits my expression of something that’s essentially unspeakable. Mystics such as Rumi, Kabir, Hafiz, John O’Donohue, Thomas Merton, and Meister Eckhart have their ways, as do poets; that’s their gift to us. D.H. Lawrence writes:
Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depth,
love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock
molten, yet dense and permanent.
Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself.
And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved.
Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors.
For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depth
out of sight, in the deep living.
source: The poem fragment is from Know Thyself, Know Thyself More Deeply, can’t find the print source; image: zazzle.com