The universe holds many mysteries. The thinking mind searches for answers. It grasps at the unknown as a child would toward its parents. To know and to understand are its purpose, yet it creates for itself an endless maze with no hope of escape. Further and further it spirals down the rabbit hole of its own making, never able to move beyond the walls of thought, for they are all it knows and all it can comprehend. A tragic fate for one so bright.
A quiet companion sits beside the mind, patient and silent, until its moment comes to pass. Beating tirelessly and asking for nothing in return; the heart feels what the mind cannot. It understands the deep truths, it speaks only when it knows it will be heard, and it forever searches for another to share its song. Deeper and deeper it sinks into the chasm of meaning and connection, never finding solid ground for longer than a heartbeat. A tragic fate for one so right.
Between them lives a delicate bond: A connection that tethers the heart to reality and frees the mind from its endless hunting. Its form defies words, for it shifts and grows in every moment, but if you are reading this, and have ever felt the joy of putting pen to page, then perhaps part of you can sense it. Born of blood and shaped by thought, it flows within you, just as it moves within me; patiently nurturing the mind, filling the heart, and giving rise to all art.
Free the mind but move past thought, and the answers will become clear. Nurture the heart but let go of desire, and the way to connection will reveal itself. Be true to yourself but let go of ego, and the bond will find its way. The universe holds many mysteries, and if you absolutely must have answers, then start with an empty page, for therein lies all the truth you will ever need.