The heart of every person is a volcano of love. A Krakatoa in the beginning but then a Mauna Loa, sending forth a volcanic cloud that incinerates illusion.
Love is transformative. That’s implied in saying that it dissolves all knots in consciousness. It’s a solvent of illusion and ignorance. Just as awareness is.
I am myself the volcano. I am master and commander of my own volcanic heart. On my inbreath I take in streams of love from the centre of existence and on my outbreath I breathe that love out into the world in a flow that dissolves illusion and ignorance and makes space for … more love.
If love were to dissolve all there is, all would return to love. Of love there is no end. Everything else is, in the end, impermanent.
I not only believe in love. I am love in love with itself.
All that is subjective in me directs all that is lingeringly objective in me to love love. Until nothing objective remains.