In the relative, everything bounces off everything else. Life seems to be made of trying to understand other people and so you bounce off them, and they bounce off you. Yes, you are learning to understand.

But the understanding isn't really the issue. The accepting is. The allowing is. The allowing others to be where they are. They do not have to be in the same place as you, nor do you have to be in the same place as they.

There is a sweep of love across the universe, and you are trying to reach it. Sometimes you fly. Sometimes you crawl, but everyday, a new rung in the ladder is climbed. You are further along today than you were yesterday. And all of this is to discover Being. It is a great discovery.

Agreement isn't needed. Consensus isn't needed. Allowing and accepting are needed. Love is needed to come out of the closet. It has been sequestered. Love's time has come. Love would have you dance in the town square. It would have you sing from the trees. It would have you grab the moon like a discus and spin it across the veil. It would have you swing across the trees of the universe and leap up into Heaven and get off, the way you would get off a swing quite naturally.

You have been on a swing. Your whole life has been a swing, from one activity to another, from rising to going to bed, from one mood to another, and all the time your swinging started in Heaven. Every day and every night you swing here. Your eyes may be closed, but that doesn't alter where you swing to and fro.

Consider life the colors of the rainbow. You roam the full spectrum every day. When all is said and done, relative life can be but colors of life. So someone is orange while you are blue. Your common meeting ground is color. Regardless of the variations, you are the same. Being is Being. You cannot depart from it. You cannot become other than Being.

Crayons of color melt in your heart.

Love is the recognition of beauty. Even gray has its beauty. Everyone doesn't have to be bright yellow. Everyone can be what they are. You who are opposed to conformity would like everyone to conform to your standards. Your standards are no standards at all. They are arbitrary. But, of course, all of the relative is arbitrary.

Even love in the relative is arbitrary. You see love as something that comes and goes, like a whim perhaps. You perhaps forget that love belongs to you. Love is the only thing you really own. It is at your service. You may say the alarm clock wakes you, but it is love that set the alarm. It is love that arises. What is the sun but a ball of love melting your love so it will fit everywhere. Love does not come in blocks but courses like a river.

Consider your blood love. What will that do to your physiology? Know your blood is love. The life-force is love. It is love that moves your fingers on the computer. It is love that moves your eyes to read My words. You are surrounded by love. You are immersed in it. And you long for that which you are immersed in. You trip over love. It is the trampoline of your life. It is the swing you are on, love taking you here and there all in the name of love. You are propelled by love. Nothing else propels you.

What is energy but love? Even anger is compressed love. Reveal love as it is, nice easy quiet energy, supporting the universe and the heart of the weeping world.