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Jelaluddin says, "Open your heart." I say, "I can't.......Can I? It isn't voluntary.......Is it?" He asks, "What about her?" I say, "My heart is open to her. I looked... I heard.... I felt......I felt the breeze of joy through it as she entered. No recollection of creaking hinges or conscious effort." "Jelaluddin,this is what I think...... the serendipity of two I's meeting allowed the transformation to we, broke an emotional barrier, and magically, unconsciously my heart's door opened." "I invited her in to be trusted with all my humanity, to not only touch my porcelain, fragile person, but to handle, to pocket, and claim me as hers." "Jelaluddin, all I know is that she was there. I was there. Now, we are here." "Jelaluddin, when her heartship came in range, her door also opened. The docking was perfect. The seal was tight. Like space ship to space station, each of us being both to the other." "Jelaluddin, do you know what a space ship is?" And so more I say, open hearts are not voluntary. We took no last minute wrenching or pounding to fit. No calculations or dealing to fit. The hearts opened just the right height, just the right width, and we fit and sealed and locked forever. Bodies may change and come and go. Minds may change and come and go. Hearts just fit and seal and know.............. "Jelaluddin, sir, I think I see. Her with me now has cleared my view. The open heart's the natural state. Only conscious will can close the gate."
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