The Heart of God

It is a sleepless night, and I feel called to dip my heart in the heart of God.

Being a fashion enthusiast, I often receive boutique designs. One of them — a white shirt embroidered with a hot red heart, spilling dark yellow rays — lingered in me long after I decided not to buy it. It felt like a micro version of God’s heart.

It is known we carry our grief in the solar plexus chakra. Grief is the first movement — the downward force that breaks open our control. When we allow it, a reconciling energy arises: compassion. Out of the heaviness of fire comes the softness of water. The soul begins to turn toward others.
Compassion, in Aramaic, means womb — we birth our compassion in the sacral chakra, where we begin to open toward others, to the pulse of intimacy and emotion. Compassion is the alchemy that turns feeling into love. It moves through the womb of creation, washing away judgment, until only tenderness remains. In that tenderness, the heart remembers what it has always known.

What is stored in the heart? Of course, Love.
And if God = Love, then we can experience this love only when we accept God’s invitation to be loved.
It is a consent.
It is a surrender.
It is an emptying out.
That requires courage.

The word courage comes from the French coeur — of the heart.
To step into our courage, we must be willing to have a connection with our heart and with God.
That requires trust.

Trust originates in the root chakra. It is the basic foundation for everything — the ground of safety, stability, and belonging.
The solar plexus, the center of will and personal power, is the bridge between the heart and the root.

The Word of God — or our purest creative expression — arises in the throat chakra. Here the soul begins to speak itself.
Once the Word becomes clear and aligned, consciousness opens into Vision (The Third Eye) — seeing as God sees, perceiving unity beneath duality. This is the center of wisdom.

And at the crown chakra, the journey completes — or rather, dissolves.
It is union, transcendence, and return to silence:
the unbroken circle,
where God breathes you,
and you breathe God.

Beloved Source,
teach me to trust the ground beneath me,
to open my heart without fear,
to speak only what Love would say through me.
Let my body be Your temple,
my breath Your word,
my life Your quiet song.

On a second note, I ordered the shirt with the heart. Who can resist?!