Every day a child is born. Every day there is rejoicing. Giving birth is great cause for rejoicing. It proves that even the physical body is an instrument of God's Will. The arrival of a new baby gives you a great inkling of the spiritual realms. You know the baby is more than its physicality, and you know that your baby is fresh from a Godly realm. You know it is a child of God you hold in your arms, and you feel a great surging of love in your heart, and you know you are blessed with the love of God and a fruitful life.

To you, love seems to have its peaks and its furrows. To you, love seems to arrive, and love seems to go. But where can love arrive from, and where can it go? Love doesn't grow, and love doesn't flag. Only illusion sees love in spurts. Awayness from love is the illusion that makes you think that love is sometimes more and sometimes less. You just aren't looking and you conclude that love is little, or you are looking and you conclude that love is great. You conclude that love waxes and wanes like the moon, as though love can falter or can soar, as if there is a hierarchy to love when, all the while, love can only be love.

And love is a constant, and love is a full stream. It is impossible for love to dribble or drag. Love is light years ahead of you. It must be you then who lags behind love. Your eye has not been on it, and therefore, when it comes to love, your mind thinks that what you don't see isn't there.

Yet the sun rises without your watching it. The ocean roars without your urging. A book has pages whether you open the book or not. Love does not play hide and seek. There is no interruption to love except in your awareness. It as if, unless love is pointed out to you, or unless love bounces onstage, or unless love is a singular event with horns blowing, you feel a lack of it. You feel love has withdrawn itself from you, but it is you who has seemingly paused from love, withdrawn yourself from it, taken an imagined hiatus from it.

You know mountains exist. You don't have to be climbing them to know that the mountains are still there. But unless you are scaling love, you underestimate it or think it's absent, and you bemoan its imagined lessening or loss.

When a baby is born, you have cause for love. But a baby is born every day. Many babies are born every day. And there is Oneness. So every day you have occasion for the love in your heart to be stirred. All new life on Earth is yours. All the children of the world are yours, as they are Mine. All the births are yours. Each day a child is born to you. Every day is the birth of life. Every day is cause for celebration. Every day love is revealing itself whether you are looking at it or not.

So, adorn the love in your heart with a lei of fresh flowers. Greet your heart. Uphold it. There is so much love on earth that one heart cannot contain it. My love overflowed into yours. My children are a brigade of love. You must pass on My love. As you give it, it will be revealed to you. Love never stops going from one to another. It is an impossibility for love to pause, or cease, or to swell more than it always is. Love is always full of itself, and you are full of love.