what's utterly bold and beautiful?
simplicity of Truth. sincerity of Heart. 
clarity of Mind. earnest expression without any embellishments.
vulnerability not seeking to guard itself or to be guarded.

all decorations are rendered meaningless as truth walks in blazingly, like a fresh breeze.
unconditioned. inspiring. unseeking. surrendered.

take off the mask and be revealed to glory.

what remains in the absence of everything that makes the "I"?
just being. just meditation. just surrender. just an empty presence. just whole. just That. amidst everything. in everything. through everything. pure nothing.

this is it. here and now.
One cannot do anything interesting and inspiring if they can't dare to be disliked. 
Conformity begets mediocrity and shared bondage with everyone directly or indirectly involved.
Have no images. Recruit no one to guard them. 
Be insanely free.
Love is a discovery made when we can let ourselves be just who we are at the moment with each other unseriously. Forming a group of like-minded Minds isolates us and reinforces the idea of separation, the illusion that one is *better* (insert delusion of choice) than the other.
A delusion invested in by a group is anti-love. it's formed out of insecurity, breeds more insecurity, acts out of insecurity as it goes on to think in terms of us vs them.
coming together happens when there's natural inclusion of all while honoring the nature of each relationship.
Love makes no boundaries. anything that isolates and becomes an identification is not love. it's just identity looking to perpetuate/retain itself using anything that appears to share similar beliefs, very simply put.
If one seeks to be understood and collaborates only with those who validate that expectation, it is likely that one wants only to be understood without bending and therefore without bringing any understanding and openness.
Love transcends trivial things such as views-thoughts etc and love has nothing to do with finding similarity or sameness. Ego-identity has everything to do with finding similarity and sameness in various shapes or forms for its own sake.
As one sees reality without a need to dilute it, much of the journey is often made alone as the pursuit of madness rooted in insecurity and fear is realized to be more damaging as opposed to the general idea of its usefulness. 
Love can only come about in the absence of seeking.
But the journey is and must be made alone (a.k.a. without clinging to anything-Mind) anyway.
"but this is what I *think* (or *believe*)"
The universe doesn't care. It is what it is and it is *beautiful* as it is if we are to add a word to it.
One can live as the whole movement or as a bubble and even if the bubble appears to live as a bubble, it remains the whole movement.
words written defencelessly with purity of feeling, truthful presence, the devotion of attention invoke a feeling;
the writer and the reader unite as one feeling, one movement.
Love isn't passive, it acts without hesitation.
Life isn't passive, she flows without hesitation, knows what's needed, knows what's existentially, essentially significant.
don't rationalize-philosophise-justify-condemn why you didn't do the right/needed etc etc thing that you could have done, just abandon all thinking and do it next time! Give it your all.

"My religion is to not deceive myself."
- Milarepa

"Real communication between people is not verbal. For establishing and maintaining relationship affectionate awareness expressed in direct action is required. Not what you say, but what you do is that matters."
- Nisargadatta Maharaj 
All right and good actions come from the place of no motive or in other words, in the absence of self-gratifying / self-reinforcing tendencies; an absence of separation, identity, or even an awareness that there is separation or identity removes ignorance. 
Trying won't help.
Trying not to try won't help either. The multilayeredness must all be included and then it's already happening.. conscious of the unconscious. So conscious that there's no one particularly conscious.
It was happening either way and is happening even now.  It's unceasing.
The Mind/perceiver is indistinguishable from the perceiving and the perceived.
What remains when the perceiver is not?
Reality as it is.
Absence, or the loosening grip, or less clinginess (with the idea) of the perceiver —> seeing things as they are, simplicity, joy, love, truth.
I want to write for you but the ink keeps smudging, the pen.. dropping.. I wonder why?
and as I abandon my struggle to contain you in the frame of my plain words, I see why!
My silence exposes your glory, the truth of your truth, the untrying beauty of your soul that transcends my words, transcends all words.
I could ever only remain surrendered to what I have seen of you!