Head to heart

How do you get from the head to the heart....
according to Col, you need to travel 20 inches.
for those of you who don't get it, i believe its 2.5cm to an inch?
feel free to correct me...

Sometimes we do know what we think in our head.
Or maybe sometimes, we're desperate to believe something
so much so that it's entrenched in our minds and we keep thinking it.
So that if someone asks us a qs, we would be conditioned enough to answer with the set answer.

But what if the question was asked, but in a different way?
A way that is able to get through your conditioned answer and reveal what is really in your heart?

I was really challenged through a few good mates who questioned my motives/state of heart.
I thought i believed something (yes my head says different things)
I so desperately want to believe it but I have been told I've been going about it the wrong way.
That to really have it so that my heart and mind are the same, I have to go back and start again.

That is one of the worst things to hear. When you think you've actually accomplished something
to suddenly be stopped only to be told that it isn't going to last and actually, the cracks are
already showing. What a short lived celebration.

The water's dripping and now it's actually seeping through. Hands cannot hold the stream back in.
It overflows, running away from the desperate attempts to keep it in.

So how do you get your head and your heart congruent?
Is it a matter of waiting and biding the perfect time?
Will it suddenly melt away to reveal golden sunshine behind it all?
Or will it remain the shattered pot glued together with vital pieces missing?

Its a shock when you find that all that you thought was fixed and gone isn't really.
It's still there. Still needs to be dealt with, requiring urgent attention.

It's going to hurt- the pain you went through initially means nothing.
It has not actually progressed you at all. You remain in the original position.
How is it to be done? How will it get to where it should be?

The potter shapes the clay.
He spins it round and round, creating, moulding, making it into perfection.
He stops it and has a look. No it's not quite there yet. So He keeps going.
I'm not quite ready yet. And by the looks of it, neither is he.