The cap having once been breached, I put no further impediments in the way of love.
I release everything that is not of love.
Everything about me that formed my identity, my constructed self, I throw into the volcano of my heart. Let the flow of love incinerate it.
I risk ridicule and ostracism for forgetting everything about me that constituted “me.” But at some point someone has to make the experimental excursion, the voyage of discovery. And that’s my self-chosen job – excursions into awareness.