When the heart enters into the mind
The mind has quite a different quality
It’s really than limitless
It’s a sense of living in a vast space
You are part of everything
It isn’t the love of the one or many
It’s like water that anyone can drinks out of any jar
Made of gold or clay
Its inexhaustible
Its as though the mind entered into itself
Beginning at the center and penetrating ever more deeply
Until depth and height have lost their meaning and every form of measurement ceases
In that place there is complete peace
Not contentment which has come about through gratification
But a peace that has order beauty and intensity
It cannot be destroyed as you can destroy a flower
And yet because of it’s vulnerability it’s indestructible
You must begin without knowing anything about it
And move from innocence to innocence
Advaharma 