Imagine for a moment that you stand at the pinnacle of a mountain, and that no matter where you look, no matter the direction in which you look from, all that you can see is a manifestation of love. From such a vast height, you see only love. The details are blurred, and from where you stand, the vibration of love alone is seen. As you see it, you absorb it. You who are love experience love. Right in this moment, you are experiencing it. Even if you sit on the floor of the basement, you experience love just the same. It is the angle of your eyes that tells you the story. Height is a metaphor for wherever you stand now. You who are guided by Heaven stand high wherever you think you are. Where your body stands is irrelevant.

Sometimes that which is the closest to you, you do not see. Therefore, you call it invisible. You who cannot see say it is not there. You even project and say that love is blind when love is the only seeing thing there is. It is the heart that sees. Even without looking, the heart sees all around. It sees through appearances.

But, of course, what you call love is often limited love. It has borders around it. Your heart cannot see borders. Limitless love has no borders. There are no edges to it. Love is fulsome. It covers eternity and all who fall within it. Everyone falls within it, so love swallows everything, and so it swallows you. You think a whale swallowed you, and that you are in the belly of the whale, but it is love that has devoured you. In one bite, you who are love are swallowed by love. You swim in the valley of love with your eyes closed, and so you say love is not there. You, who hold the wand of love tightly in your hand, say you see other than love, and so you say love must not be there.

Have you not flung love away or shuffled off without it as if you could flee from it or be at a distance from it? It is as if your own daughter follows you, and you would pretend she is not there.

A gap arises, and you leap over it. It is inevitable. Any gaps are in your vision and recollection. You have sideswiped yourself. Look around you now. Look at your hands. They are full of love and express it. You who carve wood with your hands, carve love. You who wash dishes by hand, wash love. You who type type love. You who quarrel are quarreling with love. Whatever you think you dispute, it is love you dispute.

War would dispute love, but war is never the victor. Love is. Unimagined love is. Love so vital that you don't see it, yet you breathe it every breath. Everything about your body is love, else it would not presume to exist. Whatever you imagine is without love is your imagination. There is not one pebble in the world that is without love. All of this relative existence would cease in an instant without love. It was created with love and could only be. If it were possible for love to be withdrawn, life on Earth would sink into a vortex of lovelessness. But lovelessness does not exist. Where love exists, lovelessness cannot. Love exists everywhere in everything. Lovelessness exists nowhere.

If you feel loveless, you have withheld your love from yourself. You have said: I will not love myself, and so you wrap up love in waxed paper to keep it hidden from yourself. But waxed paper cannot restrain love. Nothing can restrain love. You might as well face it. You are love. Fight love no longer.