From My heart to yours, from yours to Mine, and so spins the world you live in. Never mind your mind so much. Our Heart of One is inexplicable. Don't try to figure it out. Understanding isn't the crux of love. Our love that surpasseth understanding is the crux of everything. Love needs no explanation. Love is the master of all. Certainly love is beyond fact, beyond evidence, beyond proof, beyond discussion, beyond display. Talk about love is not love, even though those who talk about love are love themselves.

Love, as you well know, is far more than the sending of cards.

Love can speak for itself. It needs no interpreter.

However, there is a lot that you interpret as love or non-love. If someone doesn't do as you would like, you may interpret that to mean that the someone doesn't love you. That someone sends you flowers or listens to you when you speak, of course, that is very nice and well and good. Accept with love. Yet when someone does not send you flowers or doesn't listen to you or doesn't a thousand other things, must you interpret anything or everything as lack of love? When you feel lack, you feel denied, and you feel depleted.

My beloveds, look for love and not even once for the lack of it. Just as you can pick out people in a crowd, pick out love. Just as you can spot your children at the child-filled playground, spot love.

It is not a question of where love is not (as you perceive it) but a question of where love is. Love is not in question! Love is It, beloveds. Love is All.

When you go to the library, you look for books you want to take out. You don't hunt for books you don't want! When you go to the library, you are not shaken because every book you pull out from the shelves isn't one you want. You don't take this personally. You don't think: "Who put all the books here that I don't want to read? Why did they? How could they?"

You simply put back the books. You do not think about the books all day, not even for another moment. Your heart feels full that there are libraries and so many good books in them.

When it comes to love, on the other hand, you may be fussy, very fussy, too fussy. Come from the premise of love and stop there. Don't dissect love. Give it rampantly, not show of love, but love itself coming from deep inside you. What is not to love, beloveds? Ah, I well know you have a long list, yet I ask you again: What is not to love, beloveds?

What would prevent you from emitting love wherever you are and with whomever you are? What does prevent you?

I will tell you what. It is some idea in your mind that stops you. Yes, beloveds, if love is not pouring forth from your heart, you have stopped it. You have cautioned it to pause, to wait up while your mind decides where your love may go and where it may not. No longer repress the love in your heart and premeditate where it can or cannot alight.

I will tell you now. All are worthy of your love. This doesn't mean that you have to take anyone home with you. You do not have to marry anyone. You don't have to do anything but hold everyone in your heart of love. Let the love in your heart enjoy itself without interference from you. Let love out. Let your love out. You do not have to gush about it. Just let the love be the fullness it is and allow it to go everywhere I, God, want it to. Create no blockages. Love love. Love your love. Let love be what it is without your say-so.