It's Spring, and finally, I have no will. They materialize and externalize their experiences, never understanding the connection between outer and inner phenomena or interdependent phenomena, looking for explanations only from objects through extreme nihilist habit instead of from the subjective experience of their own minds. In other words, the stuff of my life is the guru's teaching. You have done what you could. The only defilements that are of any interest are our own.
Unconscious love is an oxymoron, an impossibility.
To be fully present with onself and others, I believe, is the truest love there is. Our courage to enter the darkest recesses of our hearts and minds births a deliverance from all that has kept us tight, disconnected and loveless for so long. We forget and we remember.