There is nothing for you to give but love. There is nothing but love to give. And love is not an inducement, you understand. Love is for no purpose but for itself. Love is not a transaction. It is not a deal in the world. It is not really a handshake. A bargain isn’t made. Love is given, or it is not.
Listen to the word I used. I said love is given, or it is not love. Love is not a barter. Love is not a contract. And, yet, love is more than felt. Love can be felt one moment and then not another. Felt is good, yet love can be felt and love can also not be felt.
Of course, you long to have love vibrant in your heart. You may equate love with love madly felt.
Let Us talk of love then in My terms. How did Buddha love? How did Christ love? How did all the Great Ones love? How shall We describe it? Their love was there for all to partake of, and yet it was not personal love that is told of.
Their love was not duty-bound. Their love was, and it was there, and the Great Ones served their love.
We could speak of them as servants, as waiters. They served. They gave. They gave noticeably, and they gave without effort. The Great Ones were not attached to their love. We could even say that they thought nothing of it. It was as if I had hired them. They had to serve, and yet were not attached. They gave freely, not to fulfill their conscience or to fill a role. They gave as naturally as they might cast their eye.
They never had a thought of not loving, and yet they were not thinking: “Oh, wow, I am love. I know how to give love, and I sure give it.”
Love was not an accomplishment to them. They simply loved. Filled with My love, they gave it without thought of giving love. They gave great love because they were great love. They did not wear love like a diadem, and, yet, even so, We can say they were crowned with love. We could say they were large-watted light bulbs. There was no turning on their love anymore than there was any turning off their love.
They simply were who they were. That was no more to that than that.
They revealed love. Their love was seen, and, from their love, something grew in the eyes of all that saw their love. All who saw the love of the Great Ones were ennobled. Spoken or not, consciously recognized or not, those who saw the Great Ones’ love desired to be that love too and to express it. This is what it is to experience love.
Love is not squandered. It does not go here and not there, nor does love parade itself. If a light is on, it is on. And if a light shines, like the sun, it shines on all. Love is not special. It is simply love.
Love is not doting.
Love is not adorned.
Love does not require bright gems, for love itself is a bright gem itself that simply sparkles in the light of love.
For the Great Ones, love was. For the Great Ones, love was like the loaves and fishes multiplied for all.
When someone came into a room, the eyes of the Great Ones lit up. Others’ hearts swelled, and their eyes could only light up. And so love is carried like the light it is, and there is no burden to it, and there is no losing love that is given and received so easily. Once given, love is given. The Great Ones walked on. A lover can walk on, and the love remains just the same.