I face with resignation the thousands of insects that come with the first monsoon rain each year, crawling over the walls, or immobilized near a light. I delight in the "flying horses"—beautiful clouds of fluttering wings in the security lights beyond the darkened windows. There is one insect, however, that has captured my imagination, for it looks like a pair of little bloomers, or an upside-down heart. A thoughtful-appearing insect—it rests for hours (maybe several days) undisturbed, unless my hand comes close.
In my spiritual training, some people were described as upside down—most of the population—or right-side up. The difference depended on seeing the values of the world as worldly (material) or spiritual (finding God within.) People could own both values. Love is—down deep—the stuff we are made of. The little bloomers, or upside-down hearts, remind me to keep upright—keeping my thinking through my heart.
My realization is, "The heart symbolizes love on our surface and also at our deepest level."