My love reaches you, and your love reaches Me. It is no reach at all. It is instant, continual, and there is no span to reach across. Love is inevitable. It is not crowded, for there is nothing else. All this other you see are like loose threads. The real garment is of woven thread. The loose threads are not the garment. The garment of life is love, yet love is not something you adorn yourself with.

Clouds seem to cover the sun, but the yellow sun shines just the same. Even at night, covered by dark blue ink, the sun is shining. The sun never wavers. Even during a solar eclipse, the sun is shining. Whether you see it or not, the sun is shining.

Love is the same.

Do not think I make up a story. This is Truth I tell you. Your heart, no matter how wounded, how shot full of holes, how timid, how wary, beats strong in love. There is nothing else for it to beat in.

Any word that issues from your mouth that does not reveal love is untrue. It may not be a slip of the tongue, but then it is a slip of your heart, your beautiful beating heart, set to the rhythm of the universe, your heart, thumping, thumping love, coursing love, beeping love. For a moment, your heart has gone on a ravage and forgotten its role in life. Its role is its purpose, and its purpose is to love. There is no other purpose in the whole of existence. There is One Purpose, and it is love.

Any seeming other thing than love is a sham. When you see a play on stage, you suspend your awareness for a little while and deem the play -- which you know is a play – you deem it truth. You forget yourself, and you become a player in the arena.

When you feel less than love or portray yourself as less than love, you have forgotten yourself. You do not have to forget yourself. You can remember yourself. No matter how long you have gone along forgetting yourself, you can remember yourself once again. You can remember in an instant. Return to remembering. This one thing is for you to remember. You are love. You are not a shadow of love. You are not the ashes of love. You are not a thought of love. You are love.

If you play a dirge to love, you play the wrong song. Love may come in many forms, but love is love. There is no substitute. There is nothing to substitute it with but illusion. Love is not the illusion. Love is not false. Love is the only truth there is. All this other is not true. Love is simple. It just is.

Anything but love is short-lived. You always come back to love. Why leave it? Why pretend you leave it? Why pretend that anything is more timely or more worthwhile than love? The heat of a moment is not more important than love.

If you want self-expression, then it is love you want to express.

If you want honor, then honor yourself with love.

Be true to love. Disease will vanish. It cannot exist in a world that knows its True Self. Heartache will vanish because love heals the heart. Headaches will vanish because you will not think so much, and you will know love more. There will be dancing in the streets and in Heaven when, once and for all, you acknowledge yourself love. Beloveds, thy name is love.