The Hope of the Heart
Key Lesson: We all long to be known: it is the unspoken hope of the heart that something Greater than ourselves already knows the undiscovered places in our soul, and only waits to show us all that we are. But, as yet, we know not even ourselves -- and true self-knowledge is the secret partner of this longing that accepts no other lover.
To Open the Eyes That See
Clearly there is no peace in trying to forget you, so perhaps the answer to this affliction lies in refusing to accept a breath that doesn't take your name into my heart. Although I admit there is still some confusion as to the exact gain in this prescription, nevertheless there is some evidence of wisdom in it, and in that there is hope.
For instance, of late I've learned that my mind and my heart see things with different sets of eyes. And often, that how I am feeling in any given moment depends not so much on what it may be before my eyes, but rather upon which part of me is active in this moment and doing this "seeing." This idea of "what sees how" can be explained by the use of a simple example.
My mind, specifically my thoughts concerning you, looks for you as a bee does a flower and with many of the same hopes. Both search incessantly for somewhere to land, and then to "know" this place by its supporting and nourishing touch. Owing to these parameters -- each time my thoughts turn to find you, and discover you nowhere to be found -- it seems that I am able to touch nothing and that nothing touches me.
On the other hand, my heart looks for you with eyes that are able, at times, to behold you even though you are nowhere to be seen. How this faculty works its miracle I can only yet approximate, but I believe this to be near the truth of it:
There is something in the vision of the heart that loves that allows her to see through the substances that separate her from her longing, so that the barriers of space and time cease to exist in the distance between this beholder and its beholden.
The power within this order of perception is that unlike my thoughts -- which must first touch in order to know -- the heart comes to know its love through the very love with which it would touch its lover. In other words, it seems that whenever I remember to give you my love, I receive your loving touch.
The love I have for you
Is what you've given me.
The hope I place in you
Is what you'd have me be.
The joy I find with you
Is what makes you happy.
The peace in knowing you
Is in you knowing me.