How I love you. How dear to Me are you. Every thread of you exhilarates My heart. You are the song of My heart. Yes, you are.
Consider the joy that My awareness of you gives to Me. It is good for you to appreciate Me, beloveds, yet you are never in debt to Me. What I mean is that My all-encompassing love for you is independent of you. Your actions do not cause My love, nor do your actions make My love pause for even one moment. You are not the cause of My love. My love is the cause of you!
There is no cause, yet, nevertheless, it is from My love that you arose. Love birthed love, for what else can love do? Waves naturally arise from the Ocean.
When there is no cause for love, no need for a cause, no reason for a cause, there is also no reason for love to pause and take note of itself. There is no interruption to love. Love once started, does not stop. There is a momentum to love. It is self-engendering. Love is like a flutter wheel in perpetual motion. Love flows and flows, and yet love is independent of action, for love perpetuates itself.
Love is not really a topic for discussion, yet how I love to talk about love and My Eternal Love for you. What else could I possibly want to talk about? What more is there to talk about when love, and only love, exists.
Love wanted to see what it looked like. Love wanted to dance itself, make rhythm, become apparent. Love fell in love with itself, and so life on Earth began, and you manifested as a burst of love. From an even plane of love, mountains and oceans developed themselves. How brilliant is love revealed, love manifested from the Unmanifest. Unending love came from no beginning, and yet is as endless as it was beginningless.
We could say that I distributed love. I made a moving picture of love. I made billboards of love. I made nothing but love, and yet love already was, so how did I make it? Did I doodle it? Did I paint it? Did I draw it across the Universe like a blanket? Did I announce love to itself. What did I do? I breathed in love, and I breathed love out.
I exclaimed you love, and I have never finished exclaiming. I am exclaiming you still. I exclaim My love for you, and I am in love of My love for you. I am in love.
I am in love with every essence of My love that spills over and makes a world incumbent of love expressing itself. Love loves itself and yet has no self-consciousness. Love does not announce itself. And so it is you who describes love and demonstrates love indescribable and undemonstratable.
A Garden of Love planted itself. It sprouted. Love is self-grown. Love is self-made. And you who are made of love seek love. You seek for love to be known. There is nothing else to seek, beloveds. You sow love, and you love to see love sown.
And yet you do not love simply to introduce love to the world. You love because there is simply nothing else to do but love in a world that thinks it needs proof of love even when love needs no proving. You, who are love, keep trying to find evidence of it, when, beloveds, when all is said and done, there never is anything but love anyway. You, beloveds, are proof of My love. Whatever your mind may tell you, you are My love indisputable.