The heart is a bottomless pit. So deep that when you look into its emptiness, you see nothing but a black, never ending, intimidating hole of dark horrendous abyss that will swallow anything you can throw into it.
Then sometimes, the mind distracts; someone calls out your name, someone tells you a joke, someone smiles at you or someone simply asks to keep company. The mind will, in response, start to get busy—really busy. Busy returning that request, busy returning with another joke, busy smiling back or just busy keeping company...
The occupancy of the mind, I realise, is a harrowing state. It is like an alcoholic intoxication of the heart. A temporal, delusional state of fulfillment in the mind that deceives and distracts the heart of its sorry plight. Up until the fuels of the mind run dry and the mind slows to a crawl as the heart, being forced to a halt, realises herself back at the very same edge, staring deep into the dark endless abyss.
So I say, occupancy of the mind is not a good thing at all. Instead, we should learn to feel the air, that invisible but ever present air, that has always been filling up this never ending dark abyss. Then we will realise, in deep breaths and peaceful rests, that the heart is not that empty after all.
Written, 20 March 2011