The mind thinks of the self as separate, the heart knows better. As one great Indian master, Sri Nisargatta, put it, "The mind creates the abyss, and the heart crosses it."
~ from A PATH WITH HEART by Jack Kornfield
The gold that was my hair has turned
silently to gray. Don’t pity me!
Everything’s been realized,
in my breast all’s blended and attuned.
-- Attuned, as all of distance blends
In the smokestack moaning on the outskirts.
And Love! A soul’s been realized:
The most deeply secret of your ends.