Today my heart flutters unto itself. It leaps for itself; with no object but its own fluttering. This connects me so strongly to the outside world, that some days, I do not perceive externalities.
Any impulse it has unto another object simply folds back into the heart. The energy harvested expands beyond the limits of my skin. We will power the grid this way, one day. And there will be enough and more for everyone. We will bake bread forever.
When the heart flutters unto itself, any feeling is transformed into love. Guilt, shame, envy and worry do not attach to an external object, and rebound into the heart. Blood turns into wine and back into blood: eternal harvest.
When the heart flutters unto itself, it becomes a force field from which Being, Action and Thinking emerge and into which they converge.
And everything feels like a miracle.
Everything feels like water on dry lips.
We are the Mystery at the heart of all things.