Sense

The heart’s way of knowing what the mind can only understand.

The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.

(Carl Jung)

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Our minds wander

between the dualities

they have been taught

to construct.

Right and wrong.

True and false.

This or that.

The mind divides

so it may understand.

The heart gathers

so it may know.

We think.

We process data.

We analyze facts.

With assistance,

or without.

Such thinking

separates,

compares,

classifies,

concludes.

It helps us understand

what stands before us.

It helps us name

what is without.

Understanding

is not meaning.

Information

lacks wisdom.

We also feel.

We listen

to the sensations

of our body.

Feeling does not explain.

Feeling reveals.

It does not argue.

It resonates.

It tells us what makes sense

and what does not.

When we try to make sense of things,

we do not simply think.

We embark

on a journey.

A journey

inward.

A descent

from the noise of the mind

into the intelligence of the heart.

There,

beneath opinion,

beneath fear,

beneath the need to be right,

we find another kind of knowing.

A knowing that aligns.

What belongs.

What does not.

What is mine to carry.

What is not.

What makes sense to us

is not always what the world approves.

It can not be understood

with the mind.

It feels coherent within.

It feels true in the body.

It allows the heart to breathe.

There is nothing right about it.

There is nothing wrong about it.

It is what it is.

The intelligence of the mind

allows us to understand

what is outside of us.

The intelligence of the heart

allows us to make sense

of what the mind understands.

When the mind rules alone,

everything becomes judgment.

Right or wrong.

Us or them.

The mind judges

because the mind separates.

Who is correct?

Who is mistaken?

Who belongs?

Discernment comes

from another place.

Discernment is not judgment

dressed in sacred clothing.

Discernment is the heart

listening for alignment.

It does not condemn.

It recognizes.

Judgment says:

This is wrong.

Discernment says:

This does not make sense to me.

Judgment hardens.

Discernment clarifies.

Judgment separates us from others.

Discernment returns us to ourselves.

To make sense.

Is not to prove.

It is to listen.

To the body.

To the heart.

To the silence beneath thought.

To the wisdom

that appears

when we stop asking

only what is right

and begin asking

what is true.

How does that feel?

Does that make sense?

May what makes sense in the heart

guide what we choose in the world.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is.