When My words sink into you, you feel their deliciousness. My words sink in, and you rise. Your chatter dissembles, and My silence enters. In the silence of your mind, you rise. Don't berate exterior noise, for it has no fault. It is the interior noise that interferes. Sometimes your mind is so crowded, how can there be room for anything to sink in?

As you let go of control, the clutter and chatter of your mind dissemble. When you think you need to control, you think you need to keep all thoughts, sort of like an arsenal of arms or important evidence of something kept for future use. What a beautiful thing when you can have an open mind instead of a chock-full one!

What a beautiful thing to let go of your irrational hold! Your hold is irrational. No matter how much you hold in your grip, the control is not yours! Control is resistance, and resistance works against you. Be fluid.

What a beautiful thing when no one else has to adhere to your standards ever again! What a beautiful thing when you let go of them and allow love! Love is not standard fare. Love is above all standards. Love is supreme. And love does not control. Love does not hold. Love kept is not love, and it is not supportive of love. Holding on is not in your best interest, and it's not in anyone else's either.

Less blatant forms of control are not wonderful either. Persuasion, pleading, wheedling are as manipulative and constrictive as demands and commands. It is not love that has the need to control. If it is not love, then it must be ego.

Ego is exterior to you. It is like a fancy uniform you put on. But the uniform is not you. Others may salute your uniform, but you yourself must never be taken in by it. Uniforms are nice, but, after all, a uniform is only a uniform.

Your house, your car, your money, your title, your age, your language, uniforms all. Love, which has no borders, is in a different league. It is not exclusive, yet it is the spire on the church, and your vision has to reach there.

What is there to do in the world but to look higher and get past all the uniforms and barriers in the world?

If life were only stepping-stones from one uniform to another, no wonder you would fret so much. Take a deep breath, and save your energy. Save yourself from the compulsion of ordering more uniforms and forgetting love which sets all uniforms aside.

Love doesn't dispute. Love which is above all does not have to get the front seat or be first in line. There is no front nor back seat, no front of the line nor end of the line when it comes to love. Love is. Come to the awareness of the state of love, and there is nothing to do but be what you are. You do not have to exceed love. Indeed, you cannot. You can only be it, that wonderful expansive candor that we call love.

At first love may seem to exist only in bits and pieces, and then you find that the whole world is love and it was never anything but love.

There are moments when you know this. Now you will know it more often. All you have to do is to notice it. Notice the sunrise and sunset, a zucchini flower, the wag of a dog's tail, a bird passing your window, a butterfly on a bush, a blue sky, the stars at night and the meandering moon. Notice creation and tell Me, if you can, that you are not in Heaven?