Declaration of the Heart by R. Ta-go

Perhaps the Creator knew that he had accidentally given humans a very cute and also very easy to hate characteristic, the desire to possess, so he gave humans a heart. The red fruit that rhythmically rises and falls in the left chest of every human being is a gift from nature that can never be possessed.

Miserable lovers, headache-stricken managers, and hopeless usurpers before that unruly peach. The poet Ta-go smiled, as if he were standing on top of the Himalayas, smiling at people's worried eyes, smiling at the moon dozing above the sea:

I don't hide anything from you.

That's why I don't know anything about you.

Let's say he's a sincere lover. The things I don't hide from you are things that have already happened anyway, but you still hold on to them and feel happy and sad and jealous and resentful. My heart beats with new rhythms, you know!

If my life were just a pearl,

I would break it into a hundred pieces

and string it into a string

to hang around your neck.

Yes, that would be so comfortable! Beautiful in person, but also beautiful in my heart. Wherever I go, you sparkle on my chest... How can I hang it around my neck now? How to break your heart into a million pieces?

Well, I'll leave the kingdom of my heart to you. Even more blessings for you:

You are the queen of that kingdom

, yet you know nothing of its borders.

Don't be too quick to laugh at the queen's carefree rule. What's better than an emperor ruling a country?

In the dream he was the emperor

He lost his throne every time he woke up.

(Sepsis)

When Tony wrote An-na Ka-re-hi-na, everyone thought that the secret of women had been discovered, there was nothing more to say. When Solokhov wrote Quiet Don with the Cossack woman Arcinya, the whole world thought that the secret of women had just been discovered! And Ta-go's understanding of a girl like this is the ultimate:

If your heart were just a moment of pleasure,

it would bloom into a smile of relief

, and you would understand very quickly.

But it is not the heart of pleasure, nor the heart of suffering, but the heart of love, that I am confused:

But my dear, my heart is love.

Its joys and sufferings are immutable.

Its demands and riches are eternal.

There is no millionaire who knows how to use money like love. How to spend every last drop of wealth and become rich in an instant? There is only the miracle of life.

In the end, the poet comforts and consoles but cannot avoid this secret:

My heart is as close to you as your life,

but you will never know it completely.

Both Taoism and Indian philosophy share an enduring passion for delving into the intricate enigmas that shroud the universe and the very essence of life itself. Within this profound exploration, the heart, serving as a symbolic representation of the microcosm, conceals a treasury of secrets and riddles that mirror the boundless mysteries pervading the macrocosm. The same mysterious force that orchestrates the rhythmic pulse of the human heart is akin to the intricate energy that guides a fragile flower's journey from bud to a resplendent bloom. Astonishingly, the profound analogy remains relatively undiscovered, as few individuals are aware that observing the intricate workings of a human heart is tantamount to witnessing the grandeur of a flower unfurling its petals in a breathtaking display of life's beauty and complexity.