What is there for Me to say but I love you? What is there to talk about but love? Do you agree that love is the quintessence of existence, scintillating in its light, prime, fortuitous in life? Do you agree that everything but love is just a wash, a dye, a cover up for what is the plain unvarnished truth? Then why is so much of Earth life wrapped up in less than love? Somehow, My children got inveigled. Somehow you let someone or something pull you out of your orbit. You got into someone else's truck for the ride, and can't seem to get off.

Whenever your thoughts are pulled off the track of love, bring them back where they belong. Tell your thoughts to giddyap and go the way you want. Put the spurs to them. To the thoughts that are less than the vibration of love, tell them whoa, and put them out to pasture.

If you love sports, participate.

If you are a nurse, nurse with love.

If you are a teacher, teach with love. What good are facts without love?

Love is an understanding, an acceptance. It is an engagement of the heart. Get your heart into gear, and then rev up your love.

Love comes first, and second, and last. Acquiesce to love. For the sake of love, love.

Your love can be silent and watchful. It doesn't have to blare. Your love can be a trickle from the innermost chambers of your heart, and it is yet love. Whatever love you have given, there is a perpetual fountain more, a well, a bubbling mountain stream. You will never find the beginning of love, nor will you ever find its end. Love is a stream without end. Love is not intended to start and stop. It is intended to keep on and catch everything in its wake. Love is It. Nothing else but love is.

Your love will envelop you. There will be no escape. What could you escape to?

When you go to a concert, you listen to the music. When you enter life, listen to love. Let love be your guide. Nothing else. When anything but love tells you what to do, drop it.

It is not for your heart to be still. It is for your heart to beat. It is for you to keep a look-out for love. Encourage it. Bring it out of itself. Offer it a cup of tea. Treat it like the valued guest it is. Love is proliferate, and yet it is precious. One drop of it is huge. You can never wipe it all off. It is indelible.

Love is boundless. Then why are there so many man-made boundaries to love? But the boundaries are not infinite. Sooner or later, the boundaries fade. They don't work well anyway, for love seeps through.

Love is undeniable, and yet it is denied. Ego denies it. Love does not deny you love. Love wants to fall all over you.

Beloveds, let the love in your heart be stirred. Let love cascade from your heart. Let it reach your lips. Let it pour from your eyes. Fill the world with love emanating from you wherever you stand right now. Do not let any fly-by-night-thief rob you of your love. Give your love away abundantly. Love will remove all your personal hurts. Why not love, beloveds? Why not love?

Why not love with all your heart? Why not love more than anything else? Love is energy. Unhappy emotions are love thwarted. Why thwart love? Why accept anger over love? Who would make such a poor bargain?