Compassion is my language

We are all wired so differently aren’t we?  In seeking out our tribe-mates, both in complete and utter awareness and unconscious wakefulness, we are attracted to others who mirror our own wiring or in a state of sleep drawn to contrast for either purpose of seeing and the possibility of shifting our patterns. 

Logic comes together to coexist with reasoning, rationale in a big pot of big thinking that races to climb on top of another to out do, out wit.  Sometimes and often, innovation lives here and in Western Culture, it has its rightful place but in a need to find a heart connection, I wander aimlessly.  I don’t understand this foreign tongue and frankly, its quite ok.

Loving contrast seems so hard and often a far reach, worlds apart when it sits across the table.  What makes it digestible is returning back to the heart’s language of compassion.  And it can feel like a big, wide legged stance leap.

We all walk with our hearts spilling out everywhere and no matter that looks like, when you build brick walls around your heart, one by one, the bricks get pushed out and you have to stuff them back in for some perceived protective coating.  You take your trowel and cement and you put it back and it falls off because that is just how it works. 

If we can just allow trust in ourselves, there will be no need for the walls to remain.