One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way.

*Vincent Van Gogh

Many of them said, “He [Jesus] has a demon, and is insane; why listen to him?”

*Matthew 10.20, Christian New Testament

The more profound your insight into Reality and your courage to go to the expression of it where few dare - even if you sense you are risking your sanity -, means few will understand you and likely few will care to understand you, and likely more of the few who might listen will misunderstand you. I would rather think, speak, and write where few can go and others fear to go and refuse to go, and know the inspiration of that openness and even, as I have felt, the sense of quiet thrill when your mind and heart leans over the precipice of the known and you are held within the silent embrace of an alluring, heavenly desire to let go into it, without knowing what is there, and that possibly what is is nothing - but a beautiful, awe-inspiring nothing. And, sweet and sad can be the taste of the aloneness that lingers, knowing you have bared your soul, even though no one may even take time to drink of the elixir poured from your heart in Love. You rejoice that you have a gift few can see, even if you offer the gift to everyone. You know that most persons are bargaining in lesser goods, and that your love for them does not keep from the sadness of knowing they imbibe of brackish waters when they could be sated with the sweetest of Wine. You have stood naked, out of Love, but your nakedness cannot be appreciated and its purity tolerated. Possibly, many live not here, but there in a future where most have neither seen nor lived, or even dared to believe can be. If one were this kind of man or woman in such Love with Truth, I do not know if he or she would know it. Yet, there are such among us, and have always been, and live largely unnoticed and often disdained. In some sense, we could say, this world is not made or meant for them. Yet, I still believe such loving beings have a place in our world and that our world, even if no one ever appreciated them, needs them, needs their very being here among us. Their silent witness is of more importance than the proud ramblings of so many that inundate our ears and pollute our minds and hearts with facile words of contented mediocrity. Too many are inoculated to the Beauty of Life by this wordy and sterile verbosity. Possibly, then, such a one may enjoy some day the bliss of just enjoying Life, where words have come to an end, and a quiet face now the only Witness.

*Lotus of the Heart is a Work of Arem Nahariim-Samadhi ~ a Hospice Chaplain, interspiritual author, writer, poet, and bicyclist. He is someone in love with Life and inviting others to that same ecstasy of Love ~ and, by the way, herein is nothing he claims as his own.