Take away the word need from your vocabulary, and you will be more prosperous. The truth is that the issuance of the word need brings the vibration of need. Certainly it brings it to your awareness, and certainly you echo it into your immediate environment and out into the world.

I want to say lack doesn't exist, but I know you will protest. You have imagined that you lack. You have believed that you do. You have believed in lack as a concept, not half-heartedly, but with full confidence. Believe in fulfillment instead. Believe in fulfillment and fullness as fervently as you believe in lack. You have given great passion to the concept of lack, while fullness you have rather fluffed off. Hold fullness to you the way you have held emptiness.

If the world did not believe in lack, would lack exist? If the world did not believe in have or have not, who would not have? If there were no belief in hardship, what hardship would there be?

Love, however, exists regardless of whether you believe in it or not or how much or how little you believe in it. Love loves. Lack of love is a fantasy. "Wait," you say in protest. "I have limped along most of my life without love."

Beloveds, you could not even limp one step without love. Let love be the main character in the book of your life rather than lack of love. There is a pre-eminence of love. Let love star. Get it out of the background and into the forefront of your life. Acknowledge the existence of love. Think of love more than you think of loveless, or heartless, or any of the things you think about.

The energy of the universe is love. The trees that surround you surround you with love. There is a vibrancy of love that is all-consuming, but it does not consume itself; rather it gives itself away. Notice love more. The expression of love is love. It can be soundless, invisible, and be love all the more. Love does not have to be announced, pointed out, signaled, heralded, touted, advertised. All-encompassing love encompasses all. It encompasses you.

Love is the medium of the world. Love is really not that abstract, beloveds. You can feel it in every motion of the universe. What do you think each revolution of the Earth is but a proliferation of love! The world presents itself to you every day. The day presents love. What is each day but an offering of love to you? Who is love for if not for you? Who will accept it if not you?

You are rolling in love, and still you forget the existence of love.

The Earth supports you in love, and you think you are missing something. You are. You are missing the point. You are missing the point of life. Its point is love. I point you in the direction of love now.

Love is heaped up before you while you look for something else, perhaps some tribute to your magnificence. All the while, love is the only tribute worthy enough for you.

Love is vast. Love in your heart is vast. Perhaps you have kept it locked in. Perhaps you have hoarded your love, saving it for a rainy day. There is no cloud nor rain when it comes to love. Yet even in the clouds and rain and hail, there is love, stamping its feet, beating the drums, love ascending into the regions of your heart, into the firmament, into Heaven, love original, love pure, beautiful, lovely, strong, never away but always present everywhere, love fluting into a chorus of itself. And all this love is for you, beloved.