Love is not an action. Love may be expressed through action, yet love is not something you do. Love is an impetus toward action. Love is reaching out. Love is wanting to connect to another aspect of yourself. Love is not a concrete thing. It is an essence. Essence desires expression.

A new toy may make you feel love, both the giving and receiving of a new toy. A new toy may move your heart and touch you and open your heart. In any case, you are glad and grateful for a new toy. In addition to the new toy is the love that accompanies the new toy.

Then there are new refrigerators and books and cars and even supercharged inventions, yet what you hold in your hand or sit on or a new refrigerator you find food in is not love. After a while, the new toy becomes an established gift, and it loses its shine. It becomes an object which it always was. The unseen that accompanies the toy is love. A great wave of energy passes love to and fro.

Poets can’t write about love enough. How many poems have been written about love, and still more being written? Poetry and love are exquisite. Every experience in life has its reference point in love. Even a verse that reflects the sterility of love’s leaving is love. Then that is called love lost and may leave you forlorn.

How you walk can express love. Look, nature expresses love in every aspect of itself. One leaf. Photos and paintings of nature express love. A photo of baby’s feet makes you want to kiss the baby’s feet, another miracle relayed. Even photos of people in mourning are exquisite and express love. Energy is love. Although death is not true, pictures of it evoke love. Love is it. There isn’t much more that can be said.

Love is indeed expressed without words. There is no denying love. Even when you might push love away, you are avowing love. Yes, I, God, am love, and sometimes I am pushed away. Nevertheless, if I am on your mind, no matter how negatively, you haven’t pushed Me away.

A song says that love is where you find it. This is not untrue. At the same time, there is no place where love is not. No matter how someone might try, love cannot be evicted, nor can love be overlooked. Even if you stomp on love, you haven’t overlooked it. Even in seeming lovelessness, love is identified. There is no putting out the flames of love. Love can be misdirected, yet love is not out of the picture. Love goes anywhere and everywhere. Love above all rules the roost. How far love can take you? Love can take you everywhere. Love can take you out of yourself, and love can get your attention on love. Love takes the stage. Love gets the applause, and love deserves it.

Love itself is applause. Love leads the orchestra. The band plays love. The singer sings love. Music is love. The voice that sings is love. The Universe is put together with love, and love holds the Universe together. It holds you together.

And love moves. Love can lock itself in one still picture, yet love is on the move and not locked. Love must embrace. Love can do nothing else but embrace. We are talking of love, the leveler of ego, the ruination of ego, the end to ego. Love Me so much, and ego backs away and isn’t seen leaving. Ego tiptoes out, and ego is empty of false strength. Ego is weak, regardless of ego’s bluster.

Love is strong, and love rankles ego because love, not ego, is supreme. Love finds a way.