When the clothing of the conceptual is removed, your
naked, translucent nature is revealed. As the light-strings of your robe are
loosened knot by knot, everything you thought you knew about love is dissolved
in front of your very eyes.
When the ground is removed from under the trance of
separation, all that remains is your burning heart. There is nothing more alive
than that. There is nothing more sacred than that.
Photo by Julien Balmer
