Heart-Oriented Thinking

Meeting There she is in all her magnificent glory. I stand with awe, unmindful of what thrills me about this experience. With all my visual attention, I gaze in amazement, appreciating the awareness seeping into my being. She is the size of a petite female, complete with anatomically correct arms, legs, and head. As if I were a statue, I pose, transfixed, in front of this entity. Moving aside, I catch a glance of this form from yet another angle.
Yes, indeed, she is perfect, right down to the minutest detail. I expect she might move, as she appears supple, almost animated, and vibrant. There is something important about this encounter, I decide.
Exhibition Yes, there she is in all her loveliness, feelings, and emotions. She is a spirit, beating with the pulse of the universe. I believe she can nurture my body and purify my mind, yet I can discern little of her. How can I know something so entrenched within my own being?
I can name parts and explain functions of the human circulatory system. However, until I observed this isolated figure at the Body Works Exhibition, I was blind to her independent existence, remiss in grasping her self-reliant freedom yet unifying spirit. She seems to operate within a greater sphere functioning alone and yet within the unified whole. Always, I knew this physical system existed in others and me; however, I was unable to contemplate its autonomous reality.
She is the human circulatory system, isolated for educational view at the exhibit. On the other hand, she has her being within humankind. Metaphorically, this figure reflects a spiritual being within my soul. She encompasses all that is the right-brain phenomenon, the feminine, and the emotional.
Her Mystic Grace Joy rises in my soul when I view her fervid red blush. This color seems regal, a mix of red and a dash of blue, so elegant and refined. “What does she represent?” I question. I sense she is royal and lion-hearted. She glows like a warm fireside and a crimson sunrise. She appears familiar to me.
How can I feel so close to someone and yet be oblivious as to her identity? Without concern and based on my own judgment, I allow her mystic grace into my vista of imagination. I feel compelled to name this genteel woman, so I can speak about her in a personal manner.
Beyond Senses and Logic I move on, as there is so much to see. I am experiencing an enchanted day as layers of mysterious knowledge appeal to my focused mind. “I will return to look again at this fine lady,” I affirm. I must view her from all angles.
As intended, I return to look upon one of the greatest creations of God. It occurs to me some individuals might be delicate and incapable of sharing my keenness regarding this experience. For me, it is all in the perception of the soul, beyond the senses and beyond logic.
In the primary, she represents the feminine, that is to say, caring, loving, and comforting virtues. She is loftier than thinking. She is emotion itself.
Befitting Title How do I know this creature is a woman? I know because she is a vision of curves and softness. She projects sensitivity, benevolence, empathy, and nurturing. Most of all, she is the temperament of Love, pure Love, yes even unconditional Love.
Her essence seems to be a kind of engrained memory. For me, she receives a befitting epithet, Ruby Heart Woman. “There it is,” I declare, “a descriptive name for this meaningful entity.”
Dreaming I dream of a holographic image of Ruby Heart Woman --a dream that often transpires before sleep at night or after waking in the morning. Some people speak of these encounters as daydreams or lucid dreams. Magical occurrences seem to transpire when I am neither asleep nor awake. They provide the impression of being conscious, but my body is relaxed and slumbering in lethargy.
Her demeanor is a comfortable sensation for me. The suggestion of her pleases my soul. She is present, and she is a valid experience. I sense she too, feels an assurance, I am real.
If I were to meet Ruby Heart Woman in the material world, I wonder what she would look like. I have a feeling that she is a changeling.