The fortress of the mind is clever to convince that remaining inside is the way to live
Synchronizing fear with imagination, a cruel duo that binds one to the familiar and adds distance to dreams
So, what if corners remain dark in life and light is intimidating to step into?
I have found the way to enjoy existence is to embrace terror.
Is that the knowing of God? To walk foolishly into the wisdom of faith. Pacifying the crude spectators that think you mad? Little do they know, the more they grumble at your movement, the further their resentment plants them into barren soil.
I must move anyway.
It is fiction to think that a compass or map is necessary to find oneself. In the simplest of terms, where one stands is where one is, all further complication comes from lack of trust. It is storytelling of the mind and riddles of the dark jester. The one whose jokes he only laughs at. The architect of the fortress of the mind.
My spirit is called to swim in heart’s ocean. Boundless, deep, and abundant. Ambivalent to direction, time, and precision, yet perfect. Also haunting, destructive, and defiant.
The ocean of the heart is just as dangerous as the mind but superior in that no matter where you enter, you will be led to God, by God. The only way to find God in the mind is to travel through the heart.
The feeling of space and quandary is the original given gift. Our shortcoming as humans is answering heart questions with mind thoughts. Therein lies the genesis of tension and misalignment.
The heart’s reasoning will never satisfy the mind’s processes, and the mind’s analysis frustrates the heart’s simplicity. Ignorance of the mind finds heart’s simplicity of common nature, and sensitivity of the heart finds mind’s methodical habits an abandonment of beauty.
Both are wrong and prideful.
The longer the heart and mind interact as if one is superior, the longer the war will remain. They are both essential, sovereign, and marvelous. To realize life’s value, both heart and mind must dance together to the music of doubt.
In the midst of pirouettes, certainty emerges and love prevails.
