Monday morning, August 14, 2000
During sex this morning I felt my heart unfold like a flower in a stop-action movie. It's petals fluttered as it opened. Energy burst upward from my groin through my abdomen, forced its way through my heart and my throat‹I gasped, I cried, I sobbed‹and flew out the top of my head in a stream of white light. My body was convulsed, shaking. I felt the complete openness of my heart, this heart that is so often closed, and I threw my concentration momentarily onto it. I hoped that I would remember how to find it again: this fluttering of petals, this voice, this clarity of emotion and of feeling. In order to leave my body, my prison, I need this transparency of spirit, which I shall call the open heart.