What is the heart,
The heart of a human being?
Words do not exist in the heart,
Words exist in the mind.
The heart cannot be imagined,
The heart cannot be understood, reached,
The heart is the essence of all,
In the absence of the self, of the me
The presence of the heart is not known,
It is not owned, or identified, with something or with someone.
When all the masks are removed, and when the limitation of knowledge, does not ask the question,
Is not that which is looking at the question ‘what is the heart?’
Then,
All is the heart.
Behind the names of things, behind the meaning, context, description of things,
There is essence which we do not know.
And that which we know, including ourselves as the knowers, can never touch the heart.
Yet, the question,
‘Can a human being in the world live by the heart,
Without knowing, without a reason, without a goal?’
Can every breathing, every action, every talk, every thought, every experience,
Be lived by the heart?
Can it not?
Yet, we are so convinced that the notion of self, is that which lives,
Is that which, yes or no, comes in contact with that heart.
What does it mean to live by that heart?
To live without knowing,
To live without yourself.
Can there be selfless life?
What is the heart?