Dropping deeper into the heart

Grace fills the world, but only a heart awakened to Love will taste its depths. In awakening we understand that grace is always present.
These words were written by my teacher, the one who reached my heart. We had another hour together this morning, just us. I struggle with finding words good enough to write her:

Dear Teacher,
I heard every word you shared last week, and I contemplated them. It's amazing what has happened  effortlessly, and is still happening. The heaviness inside me was removed by your presence, and now the rush of life is flowing through me and around me. I'm moving in and out of it, and today after our meeting the feeling of "dropping down into it" comes, to borrow some of your wisdom. It's a sense of groundedness, and an experience that is breathtaking. A paradox, a mystery waiting for me to resolve.
What I should do now? I asked you, because I have no idea. I had an inspiring plan, and suddenly that plan is over, I'm ahead of schedule, and I'm facing things that are unknowable. We talked about more meetings together and what I should do. You were perfectly unattached, not giving my mind anything to grasp, yet totally available, giving my heart a safe place to be. I'm empty and full, my dimensions of beingness coexist, and there are promises of more mysteries to explore.
I imagine this heart to be an infinite love that brings everything to life, and the source of creation of the universe. You recognize that the heart is wordless, and I'm trying to put words to it. I know that I can't describe it, really. I do know that it makes the illusion a better place to be, and will bring me fearlessly deeper.
Who knows what journey I would be taking if I wasn't lucky enough to meet you? Would I fidget on the floor in a thousand satsangs? Or argue with a hundred teachers, thinking I can get it all with my head? Now that it is open, who else can touch it? Everything enters into it, and it reaches back out to everything. From this moment forward, you will always be the one who opened my heart. The past is history. Thank you and all blessings.