My love for you and your love for Me are indistinguishable since all love is Mine. It is from Me to Me. And when you are aware of it, it is from you to you or from you to Me, and that is the same as Mine to you. Resounding is My love. Resonant are you in My love. My love ever exists, and you pick it up. It is for you, My love. It is such a heartrending pull between Us, this magnitude of Our love.

You love the essence of Me. You love the way I make you feel. When you feel close to Me, you are indeed very close. You are always close, not even a hair breadth's away, but, oh, the recognition of Our closeness is like a surge of electricity. The recognition is energy, because another word for Me and My love for you is "energy". We are an exquisite energy. Our love is exquisite.

You can have awareness of Our love any time you want. Summon Me, and I am here. Don't summon Me, and I am still here, only then your thoughts are away from Me, and you think We are apart.

We are like a golf swing, you and I. A beautiful moment of awareness of swing and then letting go and seeing what happens. You are the executor of My Will. And My Will is love and more love, and I will that you recognize Our love. I give you giant bouquets of My love, overflowing bouquets of Our love, surging bouquets of Our love, bouquet on top of bouquet, ever more eloquent, Our love, the zoom of Our love in a bouquet of wondrousness. There is no lack of wonder to Our love.

Our love is constant and eternal, and therefore it is ever new. Love is fresh from the heart of God. There is no other.

Any moment of love you feel — it is Mine. The more love you feel, the more of My love you express. You expand My love. You expand it, as it were, according to your reception of it. My love cannot be more than it is, for it is ever-full, but your heart of love expands according to how much of My love you allow to enter and flow through you. You have been filtering My love which needs no filter.

My love within you needs expression. You do not have to deliberately express it, for My inexpressible love expresses itself through you the moment you accept it. It cannot help it, My love that flows to you and through you. What more can you want than to be a receptacle of My love?

I pour My love into you, and My love flows from you like oil from Aladdin's lamp. Yes, you are the vehicle for My love. You are the pitcher of My love. You are the spout. My love is poured upon earth through you. There isn't much for you to do but to allow Me. I am the Hand that holds you. I tip you a little, and so My love is bestowed upon earth. You are an innocent transmitter of My love.

It is not possible for you to contain all the love I give to you. Your generosity is nothing more than knowing you are full of love. You have an endless supply of love. You would burst with My love if you did not relay it. You cannot contain it. It must spill out. It must overflow. Voluminous is My love, and voluminous is My love in you.

You are an outpouring of My love, and you emulate Me. You cannot help it. Once you have revealed My love to yourself, you can only reveal it to others. You reveal it by feeling it. It is uncontainable, My love, and you are the medium of it.

Even where you see grossness, even where you see insanity, even where you see great contradiction to the beingness of love, I am. I am there, and so My love is there. In the midst of all the things you do not like, I am.

Substitute here for there, for there is no place away from Me. There is no someplace else. I am here. Here I am.

Where is God? Right here. In the midst of everything and anything, I am. Wherever you are, I am. Wherever you are not, I am. And, therefore, you are everywhere too. You are not confined to one spot on the universe. You are universal. Like My love, you flow everywhere. You are contained within everything. You might as well alight upon My love which is everywhere. There is nowhere where it is not. If you cannot see it, then put some out so that you can. Reveal My love no matter how flimsy the circumstances.