Love was not born. Love always was before and after Creation as you know it. There did not have to be an Other in order for love to be.

Love runs on its own steam. Love is unconquerable. It is beyond compare. It is not really that love is like this or like that. Love is endless. Most importantly, love IS. And I AM, and you ARE. Existence is. There is no existence without love. Love wins the day. Love IS the day. Love is love is love is love, and this is the whole story.

And you are love and nothing but love. An atom is love. Love joins all hearts. There is not one heart that is not connected. All hearts are One. In the fiction of friction, you may think otherwise. If you think otherwise, you are looking at only the surface, the painted on, the cover-up, the disguise. You can only be in a guise of non-love because non-love does not exist. There is no place where non-love lives. Long live love. It is all, and it is Infinite, and love is here, and love is now.

It may seem that you can curtail love. It may seem that your heart has been cut in two or into many pieces. Your heart may seem shredded, yet that is only an image, a false image.

Have no Gods before Me is speaking of love. Do not put a sword before Me, for what am I? I am love. I am love nonpareil. And so are you. Whatever you may think, so are you.

There is no pulling love apart. It cannot be sectioned. You may tug at it, yet you can’t pull it or push it. You may stuff it away for a while, yet love will always come out and shine to equal the Sun. Love will out. There is no choice about it. You may be able to toss love in a closet and throw away the key, yet love will rise even from a locked closet. Love itself is sanction enough.

There is a story or fairy tale about bread dough that keeps rising. It fills the house. It bursts out the door of the house and fills the streets. This is what love is like. It doesn’t devour, yet it fills every crevice. Like a dandelion, love can spring up from anywhere, and love grows everywhere. Love is of its own accord. It needs nothing from the outside. It is self-propelling. It always finds its way. Love cannot be less, for it is love’s nature to grow.

Hearts can burst with love, and yet a heart cannot break in two. There is no splitting up when it comes to love. There is no desiccating it. There is no drowning love either, although you, in truth, are immersed in love. There is no separating you from love. Love does not abandon you. You may shove it away as a sort of protection, yet love will find you and wake you up. It will shake your heart, and you will know you are steeped in love. You are steeped in love no matter how you fight it. Love comes fresh every day.

Love steps out of the house into the fresh air of morning-tide. Love is not a drip that persists. It is a tidal wave of love that overtakes. It sweeps you up in it. There are glad tidings of love, and you are catching on. You are caught up in a Stream of Love, a River of Love, an Ocean of Love, an Overflowing of Love. Listen. Love has no borders. There are no banks at the side of love to keep it in. Love escapes all bounds. You may have put chains around love, thinking that love is yours when, no, love is the Whole Kingdom and what you are inevitably made of. Love is the Conqueror, and you can only submit sooner or later. Make it sooner. Give up. Concede. Admit it. You are love.