The head will often make good attempt to rule; to over ride the heart in will power of its own desires, ignoring truth and all the heart knows imposes upon the way, struggles forth from that day.
The heart, gate way to the Kingdom signs; even as the head swims against the strongest tide, determined to have its way. Fighting each trial until exhausted spent and left with nothing more to do, smashed upon the ride broken, whispering to its self, “I wish I had listened. I always knew”, surveying aftermath of the view, “look at all the waste upon me now”, acknowledging the lesson; “I wish I had followed heart back then for it was true”, a compass of the strongest veil, “I wish I had, I knew, I knew, I knew”. A choice made to learn the lesson or go around again. No more than three shall be the number cried the heart and thus there would not be another round. God spoke then; Divine throne upon the earth there would be, offend me not by setting no authority no vision for I have sent both to set in place what I design – Do they make a mockery of me?
The heart, compass of all directions; watched and wrote upon the stone tablet what was to be, the pages of the blank book begun, the words upon the pages began to seed. No greater understanding of the dawn could there be than the heart true and pure set free.
without the beat there is a heart but no life, without the heart there is no beat; would the head close the gate of heaven? stop all God’s creation? just to have its way! Nay, God can not be over ridden. The way of the heart shall be the center of all truth for all eternity. Its knows the truth. What of the head? it will bow down or fail. If it will not bow down what will be the loss? non-existence for without the true and pure heart what is thought can not be created without the beat there is no life, one without the other can not survive. Be it so said God stand and deliver.