The Head, the Heart, and the Soul

Heart felt full. Excited. It was on the verge of passion. Contemplating the uncertainty of jumping in the void.

Soul was quiet.

Heart went on. More strongly. Feeling. Him. Love. Curiosity. Accelerating its beat.

Head listened closely. It had learned so much from the past. It felt wise. It noted the positives brought forward by Heart. It attempted to tame any exaggeration. To decipher the truth. The deep. The real.

Heart was convincing. It was ready to fly.

Head felt strongly for it. It understood. Heart had been hurt, it had been sad. It had been broken into a million pieces. Head had only had Ego to heal. Heart, on the other hand, had had old scars and wounds torn open by fresh strikes. A long and painful recovery. Head felt responsible for its happiness now, just like it did for its sadness before. It felt it didn't have the right to deny it this new lightness. A glimpse of happiness. So, it turned to Soul.

Soul could not be heard. Nor felt. Nor seen.

Both Head and Heart stopped, concerned. Where was Soul? Why was it so quiet? So distant. Mute. Had it given up? Was it lost? They enquired. They searched every corner. Entered the darkness. There, in peace, it laid. Resting. Pondering. Exhausted.

It looked up to Heart, Head, and then Heart again. With mild disbelief. Tired. Had they already forgotten? What they had all learned. From the hurt. The journey. From the ecstasy that came after the healing. Heart had had its turn. So had Head. They had had their turn individually. As a team as well. Sometimes agreeing. Sometimes not. Always forgetting Soul.

Not so long ago, Soul had finally spoken. Expressed what it wanted. What it needed. Knowing patience was essential. Head. Heart. Soul. All had agreed. To wait. Peacefully. Happily. For what was to come. Because it was coming. They could all feel it. Coming fast. Just not fast enough for Heart. Apparently.

The reminder made Heart stop. Skipping a beat in protest. Then slowing. Gradually. In support for Soul. Understanding the worth in waiting. For the great love. The kind of love which will speak to Soul. A new kind of love. So powerful. So deep. So worth it all.

Heart became more quiet. In its way, apologizing. It had lost focus. Soul was right. They had to wait. Just a little longer. This wasn't it. Not yet. Soul would know when it is right. When it is It.