What is there to say but that you are the love of My life? You are My life. You are My life on Earth. You are My light on Earth. You live for Me at My behest which is to say yours. You asked for this tour of duty. Rename it now a tour of love. This is your tour of love. Duty is not love. Duty is burden, and you are love.

Become acquainted with the love within yourself. Even if you feel a pang and have remonstrance that you do not love very much or enough, the remonstrance in your heart is your very love itself. How you would like to love. How you would love to love if you felt free to, but something in you squelches the rising up of your love. You allow it to rise only so far out of some sense of its availability, its suitability, and its reconnaissance in the world.

Perhaps you have compartmentalized your love. You have perhaps been so busy sorting it, that you forgot to send it out. You are still so busy identifying it and categorizing it that you forget the one rule of love: Give it. Give love away. Donate it. Cast it upon the waters.

Let your love walk on water, and then Truth will be known.

Let your love be a bird that goes from branch to branch and sings My mighty song and doesn’t care who hears. All the bird knows is that it wants to sing, and sing it does.

Let your love carol out to the world.

Let your love proclaim itself.

Let your love call out and call love what it is.

Let love call to love. Let your love yodel through the mountains. Let it whisper in the streams and across the moors.

Let your love signal more love.

Is there something else you love as much as love?

I know you do not love smallness, which is to say, ego. I know you do not love hate or envy or calumny. I know you do not love hurt, and that you do not want to pass it on. I know you do not love spite. I know you war with war and you do not pretend to yourself that war is love. Love is love. War is war.

Love does not recognize the concept of opponent. War fraternizes with opponent, designs, manufactures and multiplies them and aggrandizes them while it’s at it. It puts medals on opponents, and kills its own troops.

There is no equal to love, and there is truly no opponent to love.

Love conquers all when, all along, there is nothing to conquer.

All are drawn to love because love is the nature of all. Love is your nature, beloveds. That’s what it means to be true to yourself.

Seek not glory. Seek not anything but the ability to love and to know love when you see it and to know nothing else. There is nothing else to know. All else is false. Fact is false. Only love is true.

Has not love had a bad press, even when it has any press at all?

Has love not been maligned, given the status of second citizen when it is the King of All?

Sometimes love has been prettified and sentimentalized, but love is not pretty or sentimental. Love is beautiful of itself and needs no adornment.

Do not think you know better than to love. Do not think you are too smart to love or too poor. You are just right for love. Today send love as if you were incense filling a church with myrrh.