Heart is the bridge. Part of the heart knows the head, and part of the heart knows the being. The heart is a midway station. When you are moving towards your being, the heart is going to be an overnight stay. From the heart you will be able to see something of the being, but not from the head; hence, philosophers never turn into mystics. Poets turn, transform…painters, sculptors, dancers, musicians, singers are closer to the being.
But our whole society is dominated by the head, because the head is capable of earning money. It is very efficient – machines are always more efficient – it is capable of fulfilling all your ambitions. The head is being created by your educational systems, and your whole energy starts moving…bypassing the heart.
The heart is the most significant thing because it is the gateway to your being, to your eternal life source. I would like all the universities of the world to make people aware of the heart, to make them more esthetic, more sensitive…sensitive of all that surrounds us, the immense beauty, the immense joy.
But the heart cannot fulfill your egoist desires, that is the problem. It can give you a tremendous experience of love, an alchemical change. It can bring the best in you to its clearest and purest form, but it will not create money, power, prestige. And they have become the goals.
It is very significant that you go on slipping from your head to the heart. Just take a little more risk: slip from the heart to the being. That is the rock bottom of your life. But what happens to you? You are saying, “For in the heat of dealing with my own stuff, I forget to see them as they are, and not how I perceive them.”
What is your own stuff? In the first place it is not yours. Just look at the stuff: it is all kinds of junk fed in by people, your parents, your society, your teachers, your leaders, your saints; nothing of it belongs to you. Your head has been used almost like a wastepaper basket – anybody goes on dropping anything in. Your stuff is not yours: that is the first thing to be remembered, because it will change your vision. And the stuff is just an unnecessary burden, a luggage that you are carrying and are being crushed under it.
One sannyasin from Africa, Bhavani Dayal, had come for a pilgrimage of the Himalayas. As he was climbing in the hot sun – he was perspiring, his breathing was becoming difficult and he was carrying a bag on his shoulder – just ahead of him he saw a girl not more than ten years old carrying perhaps her brother, a small boy, but very fat, on her shoulders. She was also perspiring, and as Bhavani Dayal came close to the girl, just out of compassion he said, “My daughter, your burden must be killing you.”
The young girl was furious at the sannyasin. She said, “You are carrying the burden – this is my brother, it is not a burden.” On the weighing scale both will prove to be burdens, both will have weight, but on the scales of the heart the small girl was right, and the old sannyasin was wrong. He himself has written in his autobiography, “I have never come across such a situation in which a small girl pointed to a fact which I had never thought about.”