Within every human breast shine two mystic hearts, one woven subtly within the other. One points downward and so loves and attends the graces of the world, and in obtaining them is led into happiness and song, but in losing them is led to grief and lamentation.
The other heart is a secret heart. Its form is grace, and it gazes with unbroken rapture upward into the Great Mystery of the soul’s desire. There, in the domain of neither gaining nor losing, all things are perceived truly and there is face-to-face seeing into the deepest nature of things.
And so it is in the communion of these two hearts that the fullness of Being presents itself, like coming upon a light in thick darkness, like receiving a treasure in poverty.
In this fashion we make a mysterious whole. Existence is delivered from its limitations, spirit flowing out of body, body flowing out of form.
And Blessed Be.