Heart.

There is a small vacuum, empty space in the ground right in front of me.

It is strange how it gets filled with water when it rains, only to be left empty, hollow when the sun shows up.

It gets filled with sand whenever there is sandstorm. Only to be eroded of the sand grains once the storm settles.

It gets filled up with the particles of broken autumn leaves, only to be left alone again when the winter hits.

It then gets filled up when it snows, but eventually the snow melts and it is back to being empty.

There are ants, stream of ants that tirelessly bring bits and pieces of straws to fill it up. Only to their dismay, the emptiness remains.

It feels, out of desperation of its emptiness, the vacuum just sucks into whatever comes its away.

And if nothing else comes, it remains there still, loathing its misery or failures. It remains there revisiting the autumn leaves, the snow, the water, all that once occupied it.

We are taught that this is our heart. We are taught and showed how our heart behaves in the same manner. We are taught the emptiness of the Heart that can only be filled with the Real Presence.

However, we are wrong. The Heart is not empty. The Heart does not crave filling. It is already filled. It is full and whole. It is like that smooth surface on which nothing else can settle, because there is no space for anything else.

What does look and feel like empty hole is the heart of our ego. Since childhood, we mistakenly start feeling through the heart of our ego. Since our ego is nothing but a reflection of others within us, since our ego is nothing but a mirror image of an illusion, it needs to keep telling itself that it exists. This heart of the ego hungrily then creeps for external approval, for constant presence, for company, for obsession with people, with objects. And if it doesnt get anything, it feeds unto its own miseries, past failures. Its existing pains is nothing but a reactivation of its past sufferings. It misinterprets all the tests it gets in Life. It deliberately takes those Beautiful Tests of Life and turn them into a reason of suffering and blaming its ownself or others. 

Heart of our ego is like this hole on the ground.

As we are growing up, because the Real Heart is so settled, the heart of the ego gets the limelight.

We start feeling through the heart of the ego rather than think through the brain of our Heart.

The Heart so beautiful, so connected, so peaceful and so much at ease with us. We only heal when we turn back to the Real Heart within us. So complete that it has the courage of healing the world.