Let sweet sounds come from your throat. Sweet words. If you like sweets, you will like giving sweetness to the world. Be sweet and fleet of heart.
Hearts are not meant to be sour or bitter or heavy. Hearts are meant to take flight. Let your heart be a sweet nightingale. Uncage the throbbing bird of your heart.
The way to clear your heart is to give love. If your heart has been clogged, unclog it. Pump that love. Splurge your love all over the Universe. Fill other hearts with love from your heart. Do not let your heart become wizened.
Consider your heart like a balloon that you fill with love, and then you let the love out. Your heart is easy to fill up again and again until all you are doing is filling up your heart and emptying your heart. Of course, you can bail love out of your heart forever, and it is never emptied. You can't love fast enough to empty your heart. Fill-ups are automatic. You can never outdistance your heart. The dial reads Full.
Your heart issues love. What does love look like? Love cannot be seen. Evidence of love can be seen. The Valentine box of chocolates left at your door is not love. It is candy. It is sweet evidence of love, and yet love cannot be boxed. Love is to be freely given, and freely found. Expect love to be left at your door. Expect love, and yet give love without expectation of love returned. You are not owed love. Love cannot be owed. It can only be given.
Is offense so much more easily given than love? Is offense taken more easily than love? If so, reverse the trend. Love is easier than anything to give or to take, for love is real, and offense is idiosyncratic. Offense depends on something. Love depends on nothing but itself.
Let love love. Let love grow like a daisy in the field. A field of daisies. A field of love. Let the whole Universe be a field where love grows and grows and takes over all the land. See those fields of love sway in the breeze. All wheat bows to love. Everything bows to love and looks up at the sun, and so rises to the sun that shines from Heaven.
Be a steward of love. Hand it out. Love tends to the flock.
Love grazes. Love loves to be where it is. And it is everywhere. There is nowhere that love does not like to be. Love likes to be everywhere. It likes to be in good company.
Be love, and you are good company. Enjoy your own company. Make the most of it. Paint the world with your love. Accompany the world with your love.
From whence cometh your love? It cometh from Me. I know where love belongs, and it belongs with you, and love belongs to fly from you and meet itself coming and going. Love is no stranger to itself. Mighty love soars. Hearts soar above the clouds. Up and up goes love, and love spreads itself over everything. Love is the dew of morning, and it is the cicadas at night. What is love not? And where is love not when love is all, and all is love?
Greet love. Do not avoid it. Let love be transparent. See through love, and know it is yours, yours to receive, and yours to give. Love is yours to make much of. Recycle love. That is how you make much of it.
Holy, holy is Our love.