I feel it in my chest. I sigh.

Perhaps I'm clenching my hand not to close things off but to keep them open.

My guide smiles.  To keep them open?

Yes... I touch my chest… I feel like my heart is ... filling.

He smiles and nods.  And that fills your heart?

Tears come to my eyes ... Yes... I leave my hand on my chest.
It touches me.

Ah!  It touches you…  He puts his hand to his own chest...

I nod.

You see, asking questions not only through our thoughts and beliefs but of our organism helps us discover the nature of our needs... This is what wants our noticing.

I see.  I pause…

I have one more question…