Your heart is a beautiful sun meant for all to see like a sunrise. The sun of your heart can be covered up, and yet it continues to shine its light. You can cover up your love as clouds cover the sun, yet the clouds do not stop the sun. The clouds do not even touch it. The sun shines regardless of what is superimposed upon it. The sun of your heart shines the same no matter how many fences and moats and shades of night do their cover-up.

There really is not more love nor is there less love. Yes, I know it seems that way, and sometimes it can even seem on the Earthly plane that there is no love, no love at all, neither love to give nor love to receive. Yet love can never go extinct, beloveds. It cannot dry up, and yet love is not to be preserved but spent. To keep up with itself, love has to flow. It has to flow until the whole world swims in love.