Healing is of the heart. Heal your heart, and you are healed. Your heart wants to be listened to. It becomes heavy when it is not, and you feel heavy-hearted.
Your heart is not meant to ache. It is not meant to lie fallow either. Your heart is for something. It is to be believed. Your heart is a voyager upon the Seven Seas.
Your heart is like a wonderful ship upon the waters. The waves move it, and it moves in the waves, but it does not topple. It is not submerged in the waves, yet the waves wash over it. The ship does not resist the waves. If the ship ran against the waves with the intent to mow them down, it could be battered, but it moves easily, side by side with the waves, as it were. It neither vanquishes nor is vanquished. It fights no battles. It merely follows its own course upon the High Seas.
It doesn't bobble, nor does it sink.
It doesn't rule the sea nor is it ruled by it.
The sea is life, and you are the wonderful sailing ship who moves through it.
You make furrows in the water, and you leave the water to itself. You are unfurrowed. You merely move through the waves.
You exist with the waves, but you are independent of them. They buoy you, but they are not what holds you up.
You swim in the sea of life. You blow bubbles. You do not even know all that swims along with you. You are pulled by the tide, and yet you follow the course you have set out upon.
You are a ship that sails with a destination in mind. In mind, the destination is the same as in sight. Your destination is the horizon before you. It is the skyline you follow, and the skyline keeps rising as you do rise, you, rolling along on the surging waves.
You climb the mast, and you see further. And further becomes closer, and then you see beyond that. And that which you see curves in upon itself, and you look within and find treasure, not sunken treasure, but viable moving treasure mildly covered with seaweed and little shells.
Your churn the ocean. The ocean moves you, and you move it.
The healing waters of your heart bob along. Your heart cleanses itself. It is self-cleaning. It is self-circulating. Your heart knows no bounds. It has no limits. The heart is love made physical. The heart is the house of love.
Your heart is more than a sea urchin. Your heart is the sea itself, and yet it is also the boat that rides upon it. But it is not a barge, nor is it a raft. It is a light sailing vessel that is at home anywhere. Everywhere.
The Human heart has no locks. It has valves that open. And what do they open to but the love that resides within. The heart is awash in its own love. And that love circulates through you.
Do not squeeze the natural love in your heart. Let it loose. That is the wound, to contract the heart. Your heart must be uncontracted. It must make room for all the other hearts in the world, for all hearts are yours. They beat in tune with yours. There is no secular heart. All hearts share Me in common, and so they share themselves.
Your heart is not for yourself alone. It is not for the healing of yourself alone. Your heart is far greater than the regulator of you. It pulses the universe, for, within the marina of your heart, the universe is harbored.