The display of your heart is much like rain. Sometimes rain pelts down. Sometimes rain is misted and hardly discernible. Sometimes rain seems to pour down forever. Sometimes rain displays itself for a moment and then seems to disappear as quickly as it came. Sometimes rain gives you much notice, and rain seems imminent long before the rain itself appears. Sometimes the signs seem like illusion, and you think the rain is never going to come after all. Sometimes rain comes unexpectedly without a moment's notice. Sometimes rain is a storm and carries thunder and lightning with it. Sometimes it rains here and not there as though there is a distinct edge of a landing place where rain begins and rain ends, Here, in this spot. Not there, in that spot. Sometimes rain accumulates, and sometimes it seems to hardly touch the Earth. Sometimes you welcome rain, and sometimes you don't. Sometimes rain causes you too much upheaval. It floods and frightens you. Sometimes you ride on a raft in a river that rain made, and sometimes you fish in the river, and sometimes you escape rain with an umbrella over your head, or you wait in a doorway until rain's reign is over. Rain comes in different dimensions, and sometimes you get your shoes wet.

Is not your heart of love sometimes like rain? Sometimes your heart is timid, and sometimes it is bold. Sometimes it is met with open arms, and sometimes it is not. And so on.

As for you, welcome your heart always. Your heart, like rain, serves many purposes. Rain keeps coming regardless of what others may think of it. Rain has a strength and independence of its own, and so must your heart.

Unlike rain, your heart is to come out in all weather.

Unlike rain, your heart is never to dry up. Be absorbed, yes. Dry up, no.

Like rain, your heart is always appearing somewhere. Like rain, your heart cannot restrain itself forever.

Like the sun, your heart is to come out, and shine from wherever it is and shine on all without thoughts about itself.

How independent are sun and rain, and how independent must your heart be in order to be happy.

The Great Ones, when they grew to Greatness, did not hold back their hearts nor did they squirt their love out just here and there. They gave their hearts full-throttle and did it quietly as if the sharing of hearts were a natural ongoing event which is, of course, the case. There was no big to-do about the Great Ones' giving of their hearts. They knew beyond doubt that their hearts were for giving, and that the love they emanated was My love most of all. Their hearts were My heart as well and not under their individual ownership.

You know, by the time the Great Ones were great, their hearts were fully Mine, and that meant their love could only be fully for everyone. Their giving of love was not personal to them. There was no beginning to their love. There was nothing that had to start it off. The Great Ones' love, like Mine, was always running. Their love landed everywhere in sight and beyond sight. Their love was. Every occasion was for love. Nothing had to incite their love. Their love, like Mine, was, and their love was for all. How simple it is to just love and not have love dependent upon someone's looks, statements, or consciousness. In sickness or in health, love was. Unlike rain, their love had no end to it, and so their love was fully given.