When you hear Me speak to you — when you read My words, you are hearing Me speak to you — do you feel a sweetness course through you? Do you feel an exquisite sweetness that melts you, and makes you almost awake and almost asleep simultaneously deep in a moment of stillness?
When you hear My words and they speak intimately to your aching heart (a heart without awareness of Me aches), what happens to your desires? Are they there? Is there something else that you want beyond the burgeoning of this love in your heart? Why, you cannot even think of anything else.
So beneath all your desires is this one desire, for that awareness of the love stirred in your heart, that mutuality of love, unburdening itself, moving itself, engendering itself, loving itself, loving itself for all it is worth. And love is worth a lot. It is worth everything. It is everything. Think of it, that which you are seeking resides in your heart.
When the love I speak of nourishes itself in your heart, you are not embroiled in your individuality. You do not even think of it, because even a thought of it separates you from the Source of all that love, even an inkling away is far, even taking your eyes off the greatness of love for a split second rifts the Oneness in your heart.
When you are immersed in My Love, you know that there is nothing else. You know that My Love is all that there is, and you know it is yours because, at this peak, you know nothing else, and so you know Reality.
And then you think about it, and the awareness of awareness comes, and the sense of fullness of love eclipses itself in your thought of it.
But even remembrance of My love serves you. If even for a moment, you once had a great love. You experienced and knew that which you were seeking. You reached the pinnacle once, and your wonder was so great, it felt as if you were the first to reach it, no one ever had before, although at the moment of the pinnacle, you are so immersed in the Love that you don't think of first or ever or time or anything like that. You don't think at all.
A diver may have studied and know a lot before he takes his dive into the water, but at the moment of diving, thoughts are out of the question, for diving and thinking about diving are two different things. When he dives, he forgets everything he has studied and has trust that at the moment, everything will meld this dive into perfect form. The dive does not come from himself but it does come. He knows that any effort at the moment of his dive is an affront to smoothness. He knows his dive is one motion. He runs to the edge of the diving board, takes his position, and dives.
From trust, his dive comes. His dive is trust.
And each dive is new. Each dive is its own.
Every composer dives. Every artist. There is that moment in which they just dive. They let go and the pieces of themselves re-assemble into Wholeness. Great music, great art, great writing do not come from the mind. The mind cannot fashion it, but the greatness does come, and it comes from somewhere.
Just as the greatness of you has come from somewhere.
Dive into the Love from which you came. Swim in the currents all the way to the embrace of My Love. There is Great Love for you to reach right now. And it is a little thing really for you to reach it. Dive into the depths of your being, and here I am, diving into you.