The smile of the heart

The smile of the heart as a unique compass ...
When we seek our way, offer us a heart to heart with our Self ...
Let's calmly breathe the waters of our spring ... how do we feel in our truth?
Is it a nectar of joy, love and peace? Is the heart open?
Or is it a tumult nourished by our fears, our lacks, our painful solitudes? Does the heart feel crushed?
Let us listen to what emerges in our center, from this very pulsation of life, this ultimate truth that is nested within us ... it is our only guide.
All the rest is illusion, mental din and control.
During the winter of our inner seasons, do we doubt the return of spring during this solitary march, in the chaos of what appears around us? Or, are we in a state of trust without fail, because we know that we are walking inexorably towards the oasis in which all the seeds of our love will flourish ...
Life is not wrong and besides we are life ... every situation is tailored to shape the diamond we are.
So the barometer of our heart indicates what weather?
Is it an episode of fear that our heart is contracted by the weight of what he lives, what is wrong, and he then asks us not to reject it, and simply to flood it with love so that she falls asleep peacefully.
Or is it the time of love, who knows that on the path to our destiny, we must have Faith in what is ... and that winter prepares spring ...
Life is simple ... we can choose to breathe with the heart and feel the evidence, these mysterious forces that guide us to happiness, this natural inherent state ...
But if we choose to understand with our head, soon we will feel empty, amputated from our original essence and the flow will be agitated, depending on external storms.
May we enlighten the nights of the smile of our heart by the starry light always available from the Universal Soul which divinely orchestrates what is.
Ludivine Santana-Guéry

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