Effortless discipline. Radical surrender. Radical truthfulness.
Radical presence.
A pure seeing. The totality of action. self-less love.
Nothing to save. No one to save.
Nothing done. Nothing left undone.
Nothing to carry forward. Nothing to go back to.
Undivided. Clear. Innocent.
A sight so clear that all is done without movement a.k.a. Mind—experiencer that might collect impressions setting off a whole new and cyclical movement of thought and feeling. 
As Mind drops so do all delusions and the seeming impressions of dualities including that of freedom and bondage. here and there. me and you. etc etc.
And remains just action, love, giving from a perennial source.
Nothing moving. No one doing.
In silence, you are one with everything; there is no trying, no becoming, but just a quiet dissolution of Mind into a serenity that has no beginning or end, like snow melting away in water. This was your abode before you came, and it will be so unceasingly. 
Let go which is to say just be.
Unless we're free of this huge pile of conditioning giving a sense of "me" with its seeming uniqueness, we can neither have Truth nor love for what's untruth is just the former. What is absence of love is just this illusion of a separate "I".
Love is just unfragmented consciousness.
All your imaginary fears essentially come down to the fear of death of who you "think" you are because you aren't really paying attention, noticing, seeing yet. 
Once seen which is to say transcended, there are no "problems" or "limitations" which either way aren't.
There's nothing new to know, but to become available to what already is. 
One becomes available to what is when one is not.
What feels intuitively right doesn't have to "appear" good in any way. Appearances and interpretations are limited and influenced by one's own conditioning.
Get past the noise and pay attention to the silent message.
The sign of true intelligence is that it has no attachment to the familiar, the comfort zone, it actively seeks to push and exceed its thought-concocted imaginary boundaries and prisons. In other words, there's no attachment to the idea of "I" hence the courage, and absence of resistance in the way of its fall hence it's giving, surrendering, and goes all the way for love for its own sake. It has nothing to save and protect of itself.
It has a sight and integrity it moves from independent of anything in the imaginary.
The purpose of it all, if at all, is to give it away but it is not you who does the giving.. for you never were.. and you never had anything to begin with.
There's nothing to take or hold on to except, maybe, a few moments, here and there, that the heart steals from the ocean of life.