A Quote by Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

The mind creates the abyss, and the heart crosses it. — © Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
The mind creates the abyss, and the heart crosses it.
The mind creates the abyss. The heart crosses over it. Love is the bridge.
Love flows. Love doesn't know boundaries. The mind creates boundaries. The mind creates the boundary of separate me and you. The heart just keeps embracing and opening out.
The mind creates with thoughts and logic, but it sees with light. The heart creates with the emotions and feelings and dreaming, but it sees with darkness.
What breaks my heart is in the United States hundreds of thousands wake up on a Sunday and church never crosses their mind.
We have two main instruments: the mind and the heart. The mind finds it difficult to be happy, precisely because the mind consciously enjoys the sense of separativity. It is always judging and doubting the reality in others. This is the human mind, the ordinary physical mind, the earth-bound mind. But we also have the aspiring heart, the loving heart. This loving heart is free from insecurity, for it has already established its oneness with the rest of the world.
The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive.
I see crosses at every turn. My flesh shudders over it, but my heart adores them. Yes, I hail you, crosses little and great, I hail you, and kiss your feet, unworthy of the honor of your shadow.
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss.
The person you are (in total, at that moment in time) is what creates the story you're writing. It's infused in every piece of punctuation, in the plot, in the most minor character who crosses the page. It's all your voice.
Love guards the heart from the abyss.
The anchor of meaning resides in an abyss, deeper than the reach of despair. Yet the abyss is not not infinite; its bottom may suddenly be discovered within the confines of a human heart or under the debris of might doubts. This may be the vocation of man: to say "Amen" to being and to the Author of being; to live in defiance of absurdity, notwithstanding futility and defeat; to attain faith in God even in spite of God.
People think it's the mind that drives us. It is the heart. The mind is a slave to the heart. So check the condition of the heart.
Well, you know, the mind is nothing. The mind is only a bunch of thoughts. Thoughts about the past and the future, that is all a mind is. But, the Heart is a center of stillness, of quietness, of Absolute Peace. When you rest your mind in your heart, you feel a joy and a bliss that overwhelms you, and you will Know. Surrender your mind to your Heart, and you will feel it.
My blood is a miracle that, from my veins, crosses the air in my heart into yours.
Every month, it is woman's fate to face the abyss of time and being, the abyss which is herself.
If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.
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