Sometimes I know all that exists is nothing more than The Great Heart. The heart and its beating rhythm upon which all vibration and manifestation becomes visible. From that heart bursts forth a light. Call it what you will, love, light, sound, matter – it means naught, for it is only the great heart beating, and we are nothing more than the sound it makes. Shattered pieces of light dancing in the waves of emanation form that great heart. Uncountable pieces of the same beat fractalized to infinity till our hearts become big enough, still enough…
In the Mind's Eye 