It is not that you have to settle down. It is your heart that has to settle down. Be calm is what I mean. Your heart is free to land everywhere. I want your heart to go everywhere, yet your heart can be more even-hearted. It does not have to jump up and down. Let your heart do a cartwheel of love that extends over the Universe, and then your heart can allow itself to beat with less ado.
Let your heart be even. Slowly, slowly. Evenly, evenly. The heart does not need excitement. Excitement is momentary. Love, however, is another story. Blessed be your heart that beats in even-tempered love.
Let your love be tempered on the anvil of My love. My love does not go wild. It goes everywhere at a steady clip. Hear the hoof beats of My love. There is no thunder. There is just love unadorned. Clippity, cloppity, steadily, steadily, go the hoof beats of My love over hill and dale, cloud and sun, sky and stars. My love is like a silent space ship that alights and yet keeps going. May your heart know the beat of Mine and amble along in its vast orbit.
Lovely be your love as it courses throughout the Universe. Lovely be your love as it takes off without fanfare and elevates the world. Your love likes to give. It wants nothing else. Your love is like honey, for everything sticks to it and wants to come along. Honeyed is your love as it orbits the Universe, disburses itself as it multiplies in your beating heart.
Hallowed is love, from My heart to yours, and so to everyone's, and so Our love establishes itself in every nook and cranny of every heart. Not a drop of love is lost. Love is not blind. Love is far-seeing. Love is a world traveler. It carries no luggage. It travels light. It travels at the speed of light without missing a beat, without getting out of breath, without hurrying, without anything but its lovely self. Love sings and flings itself, landing everywhere and not knowing the details. Love keeps itself intact as it ejects itself. Love keeps an eye on nothing. It is like putty that fills holes, only it is love, quiet, steady and infinite. It doesn't leave a seam. It is seamless. Inasmuch as love is everywhere, that must be so.
Love is loyal, and yet it has a wanderlust. It wants to see everything. It wants to see its own self taking off even as it stays secure in your heart. Love likes to look in the mirror and see itself bowing down to all and taking all in its wake. Don't you want to sail the seven seas with love?
In your heart is a lamp of love. Turn its brights on, and take a silent dive across the map of love. How loving is love, having all of itself everywhere, overlooking no acre nor trace, ever-flowing overflowing love, golden light-filled love, shining its headlights everywhere.
If I buy a lottery ticket based on your love, it must be that I have the winning ticket. Can it be otherwise? What I say goes, and I say you are love, not stormy love, but love upon which everything and everyone hinges. Let your love hang from the rafters and enter every heart. Heir to your love, no one will be lonely ever again. No heart will ache. No heart will be without your love. Your love will anchor itself in each heart. Your heart will be a pirate ship. You will overtake and gain admittance to every ship that sails. You will leave love as your signature. You will make good your love. You will be a pirate ship that leaves love in its wake. Wouldn't you like to be that, a pirate who turns the tables on himself by giving great treasure?