There is the expression, "From the bottom of my heart," and, yet, beloveds, there is no bottom to hearts, and there is no top. There are no limits to hearts. Beloveds, your heart is a heart of Mine.
Constrict not your heart. Open it instead. Whatever clothespins you have clamped onto the heart beating in your chest, unclip them now. There are not to be any dams in your heart. Have you forgotten that your heart is a heart of love? Therefore, a heart of love is a heart of connection. It has no disconnect. No pursing the lips of Our One Heart. No snapping it shut.
The heart you call yours is to open and open and open the way flowers open and never stop. There is to be infinite opening of your heart. Your heart is open wider and wider and wider until there is only openness, and the possibility to close does not exist. A fully open heart has no key, for it is never locked. The Statue of Liberty was meant to be like an open heart and not a guard who snaps shut its borders. An open heart has no borders. Everything flows through. Nothing is prevented. Flow on, sweet Afton, flow on.
All the fish in the sea can swim in the ocean. Little fish, big fish. The ocean simply says, "Yes." It doesn't say, "This one and not that one." It simply says, "Yes." The ocean lets all come in. No one is kept out. And all means all. No barriers. No certain days. No certain hours. Your heart, like the ocean, is simply meant to be awash in love. This is the nature of hearts. "Enter," say hearts. "Enter here."
Now, your heart understands this very well. It is only that the mind has become a little dictator of discrimination. The mind likes to sort things out. The mind likes things to be in an orderly fashion according to the decisions it makes. The heart, the beautiful heart, has no decisions to make. The heart is not meant to be programmed. Or, We can say, the heart has been programmed to love and nothing but love. Let not your mind interfere with the fortune of your heart.
The heart does not have to be stretched. It is the mind that needs stretching. Sometimes the mind is like a gate that is stuck. It won't budge. But the heart, the heart is to be open-gated. It is never closed. It is ever open like the sky. In its openness, your heart reaches beyond the sky. Your heart reaches everywhere. Your heart is like a dawn that welcomes itself and grows into a fulsome day.
Beloveds, allow your heart to love even itself. Allow your heart to be open to its own flow. Let your heart be what it is. Let it bow down to itself. Let it do honor to its bounty. Its bounty is love. It is love eternal. It is love that doesn't get caught up in details. The shod and the shoeless are equally welcome to the salon of your heart. The sign on your heart says, "Welcome."
Your heart is divine. It is called a human heart, yet you bear a heart that is divine. Divine does not divide. Divine welcomes. Divine is a diner that is open twenty-four hours and never closes. It has a swinging door.
It is not that you owe anyone anything who enters your heart. You are not sacrificing. You do not have to marry everyone who lies down in your heart. You do not harbor them, and yet your heart is a harbor to them. By the same token, those who enter your heart owe you nothing. They are not to pay room and board. They simply are allowed to stay there or pass through.
We can say that your heart is a mansion with room for all.