Feeling not thinking

What we affirm now, has been said before but know dear soul, the word is not the thing and so shifting from thinking to feeling, being a melding of head with the heart, in staid silence, negating all knowing, ego dies and then we feel bliss beats rise. Duality enables fall and rise of vibrations our soul has sensed before, repeated till we get to the knowing, that all that is manifest, is a thing but not the source, which in truth is the heart, tranquil in repose, learning by feeling. Mind of the heart relies upon feeling, mindfully noticing bliss thunder rise from down under, in spiritual heart and it’s here each impulse is born before becoming thought, a material thing, which seen in slow motion, is our knowing. We all search for the truth, by whose knowing, we become the flame, cognised by feeling, whereafter dear hermit, we seek no thing, as in objects of desire, since we rise to zenith like heights monks have gone, before attaining God in the cave of our heart. The sound of one hand clapping in our heart is an unmistakable, deep knowing, taking us to the zero-point before our choiceless choice articulates feeling, being but polarities that so rise, manifesting as a this or that thing. Let’s cut to chase hermit, this is the thing, all that that truly matters, is the heart, welcoming in surprise, descent and rise, of reflections that get us to knowing, transcending thought by deepening feeling, reclaiming inner light, we had before. Poised in the void, we never were before, imbibing that transcendental feeling, here now in form, we get to clear knowing.