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A beautiful heart
If we could 'see' our hearts, we would be in for a huge surprise! Some of us have large ones, ready to part with a piece. Others have tiny ones...
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If we could but actually 'see' our hearts, we would be in for a huge surprise! Some of us have large ones, always ready to part with a piece, in compassion and generosity. Others have tiny shrivelled ones, which cry out to everyone around, not to come any closer, for they do not wish to take or give love. Yet others have what we could call 'experienced' hearts, where the flow of love energy has been so swift and strong, that the original shape and size have been altered inexplicably.
This beautiful story could help us to rate, on the scale of one to ten, what we have done with our hearts, in our lifetimes.
Has this been a useful and Divine way of using up our heart energy, has ours been the fulfilling path of love, or have we just ignored and under utilized this amazing part of our physiology? Test it out for yourself!
The Most Beautiful Heart
by Author Unknown
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine". The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking", he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes", said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.
"Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.
