Art is an expression of the heart. It is a way for the heart to speak. When the heart speaks it returns us to our original nature. We are brought back into alignment with our genuine self. The body cannot deceive. Only the mind can deceive. The mind can confuse itself. The body remains attuned to nature. The body is intrinsically part of nature. The heart of us always remains connected to what is holy. The sacred is deep within us. It wants to come out into the world. The heart wants to speak. The heart has a lot to say.
When one heart speaks, then all hearts are heard.
Yet the mind can interfere in this process. The mind often gets in the way of our original nature. We must restrain the mind and let the heart speak, unedited and uninterrupted. When the heart first speaks, it may lack eloquence and refinement, but with patience it will develop these skills. The blunt heart-speech may frighten us when first we heart it and we might be tempted to cover over the heart, to smooth out its words for it. Yet soon enough we may be speaking FOR the heart, putting words in its mouth, driving the heart back to silence. So we must be courageous when we hear the heart first speak. We must give it space to say what it wants to say. We must resist the urge to censor and edit the heart when it speaks.
If you never let your heart speak, then it can becomes more difficult as we age. We can get used to covering over our heart. Our original nature becomes more and more obscured.
There is something that I am trying to remember. I am trying my hardest, yet I can barely touch the edge of it with the softest movement of my hand. If I grasp it, it will be gone, and I will grope forever to find it again. But my heart doesn’t need to remember it, because it has never forgotten. It will never forget, it cannot forget. It has and will always remember.
I must listen to my heart, with its great memory, if I am ever to remember all that I have forgotten; yet not forgotten.