Too Much Heart
Ha! Too much heart?
Who would ever say a heart could be too much.
A heart so big, so expansive that it scares the woman. So the woman hides.
I was in a workshop. I was in a meditative visualization. To describe it in words, I was in a place of nothingness. The nothingness doesn't matter. Here's what does.
I felt my heart. I felt my own love. It felt like the first time. It was so intense. It was so deep. So wide. So expansive and I didn't know how to be there without wanting to quickly share it with another. To quickly give it away.
Too many feels.
Too much love.
Isn't it so interesting to think that I often crave love from another, and I cannot even receive the love of my own heart?
Isn't is interesting to wonder what would happen if I could stay in the space of too much heart without feeling scared. Without feeling unsafe. Without feeling unworthy.
Without. Just with the heart.
What would happen to me? Would I drown?
Would I have more power?
What would I do with the power?
It's scary to think that much heart, that much love, that much power is accessible by little ol' me.
And yet, I somehow know, I'm not the only one.
If I'm just another human. Then every other human has access to this same heart. Too much heart. And probably feels just as scared.
So let's all pigeonhole ourselves into our personalities and our containers we live in. It's safer in here.
The oneness of the heart. There I may be lost. My personality and my sense of self might disappear.
Who would I be? Who would I not be?
Now that I've felt it. I won't ever be the same. I will wonder each day what would happen to me if I allowed myself