Simple is elegant. Be simple. Give yourself the gift of simplicity. Let go of complexity. The heart is simple. Complication comes from the mind. This has to be so.

What can be more simple than a heart that beats? A heart beats love. A heart beats love in syllables. A heart has a music of its own. A heart does not compose. It simply beats. It pulsates. It throbs. A heart of love chimes love. It chimes: “Go out, Heart. Go out into the world and give your love out freely like rose petals, like snowflakes, like cornflakes, like peach blossoms, like dandelion puffs blown in the wind, like the foam of the sea. Pump out your love, a drum of love, a song of love. And then, Heart, receive the love that is blown back to you. Pick it up. Hang it in your heart. Fill your heart with the love you give out. You are a Heart of Love.”

The errant mind will make simplicity complex. The mind is like a rich man who would scrounge around for pennies on the floor. The mind is wealthy beyond belief, and yet it seeks explanations. Or the mind is like a nit-picker. The mind looks for something to be made of love. The mind wants a slot for it. The mind will let love in, or it will oust it according to what the mind makes of it.

Perhaps it can be said that the mind wishes to filter the heart according to the mind’s assorted collection of thoughts. Yes, the mind wants to make something from the Oneness of Love. The mind wants to assemble the heart’s messages of love and turn them into an orderly package. Long live the mind, but let the mind perceive love and let it go at that, make no demands nor causes, but to let the heart do what a heart does, to let the heart be what a heart is.

Perhaps it can be said that the mind needs to mind its own business.

Don’t you know people like the mind who like to probe into things and make something of them rather than just letting them be? Perhaps like a neighbor who comes over often and looks around , finds something to talk about and make something of.

The heart is not concerned with explanations and logic. What does the heart want with logic? Logic breaks love into little pieces. Logic is like a magnifying glass. The heart is more like a telescope. The heart alights on what it alights on. The heart may see what others do not. The heart makes nice, while the mind says: “Let’s take a look at this. Let’s take a second look, and a third. Let’s sort this out.”

The mind likes to have neat cupboards. The heart wants to have cupboards without doors. The heart wants to pile up love. The heart wants to love. The heart wants to throb its message which is love.

The mind wants to make choices. The heart wants to love.

The mind wants to break apart the love the heart naturally prospers on.

The mind wants to count love like money. The mind prefers the big bills.

The heart simply wants to love here, there, and everywhere. The heart does not, absolutely does not, want to be an accountant like the mind. Unlike the mind, the heart does not want to add and subtract and to sort out love into appointed sections. The heart wants to put together while the mind prefers to take apart.