In one instant of caring enough, of opening enough, of risking enough, of undressing enough, it is revealed that what we are as awareness itself, as love itself, offers absolutely no support for our personal identity projects. Love reveals that it cares nothing for us becoming someone, establishing some new spiritual identity, developing yet another reference point to organize our lives around, yet one more way to remain separate from love, safe from its utterly transforming flames.
Love calls out, thundering through your heart – come closer, undress, get naked, run through the woods with me, fall into the ocean, drown with me… but who is chasing whom? Fall in love, fall apart, be broken open, let me shatter every image and fantasy about who you are and what this life is. Let me use your body and your psyche and your heart and your hands to show you something; let me use even your cells and organs and blood and DNA as pathways of my sweetness, of my fierceness, of my reassembling of your entire world. There is something happening here, love says, that is beyond the beyond, that will never be pinned down or resolved, will never be contained by the conceptual. Take your clothes off – your physical clothes, your emotional clothes, your spiritual clothes, your heart-clothes – and let me show you.