From the recesses of your heart, love issues. Let it. The love in your heart does not want to be stuck there. Let not the love in your heart be clotted. Let it run freely. The way young children run up and downstairs, allow your heart the same freedom of movement. The human heart does not plod, beloveds. It does not think well in advance. It simply loves now.
Even when you feel angry, love is still lively in your heart. You wouldn’t feel anger if you had not love. Anger tells you that the beautiful flow of love in your heart has been disrupted, blocked, turned off, squashed, set aside, denied, relegated to sit in the ashes like Cinderella. All the while, your beautiful heart is meant for a spectacular gala, and the glass slipper that fits your heart is love. Love is see-through, beloveds. Love will see you through anything.
Even if your heart is relegated to ashes right now, there is an ember burning. The light of the heart never goes out. It is perpetual. It is an eternity candle.
So why then is the love in your heart often so subverted? Why would its volume be lowered when it sings so beautifully? Who would ever unplug their heart? Who would choose anemia? Who would dispense with the heart and for what reason? Whatever the excuse for turning off your heart, it isn’t worth it, and it doesn’t work anyway. Love turned off feels like pain, or emptiness, which is its own pain.
All illness comes from stoppage of the heart. Even a sore toe does. No matter how seemingly unrelated, all unwellness comes from an attempt to dry up the well. Your heart is meant to swell, beloveds. You cannot make a round heart square. You cannot make dryness flow.
The heart is not meant to stay home safe. Safety is not safe for the heart. It is a cage for the heart, for the heart is meant to be free. Your heart is meant to be free. Your heart is an adventurer. It must go out and play. It must go somewhere to discover itself.
Do you really think that when all hearts flow in the love they are born with that illness will exist on Earth? Or starvation? Hearts that are full and fully throb and fully flow will make deserts into oases and all crops grow toward the Sun.
A flowing heart cannot gather moss nor can illness grow in a flowing heart.
Beloveds, be not heartsick. Be heartwell. Be heartful.
Your heart is not meant to be crusty. It is not meant to be a wise turtle in a shell. Your heart is meant to jump for joy. It is meant to take leaps. It is meant to reach to the stars and pull them down as a gift for all on Earth. Your heart is meant to multiply love, not hurts, not grievances, not all those world things that your heart has been involved in and protesting.
Pour your heart out on the table, beloveds. Spill it out like dice from a cup. The dice of your heart are loaded in your favor. Your heart will always come up love when you toss it. Throw your love, but cast it not aside. Let it soar. Let your love be a flying bird. Let it be an impulse that reaches the Sun and shines back on you again, and again, and again. There cannot be too much love rayed out. There can be too much withheld.
Let the love in your heart out to play today. Let it make friends with the universe. Let it shine forth and light and warm all the hearts in Heaven and on Earth, and then Heaven and Earth will be indistinguishable, and, once and for all, you will know happiness on Earth.