Happiness of the world lasts but for a moment. You also know the happiness that is everlasting. Next to this, beloved, what can give you joy?

And I am a God of No Expense. I give you more energy and love than the world could ever give you. Everything else in the world costs you. It costs you something. With Me, you don't even have to respond. You don't have to smile, make small talk or philosophize. You don't even have to say Thank You. If you do say Thank You, it is to mollify yourself. It is to memorize My love and have it sink deeply into you. Your Thank You is a like a trademark you brand into your heart. You thump your heart with your gratefulness for My love. Your Thank You is like rubbing your eyes to see if all this love can possibly be true.

No, children, you don't have to do anything but accept My love. No acknowledgement is necessary. I am never One Who Needs, except My one need that My love fall on you, dishevel you, melt you, burnish you, turn you upside down, make your heart leap high and land again on love, love on love, love crushing your heart into a million pieces of itself and then reuniting once again into the Oneness it originated from and never left.

Know My love. Know it well. Pull it out of your own heart. Unravel it. See how far it stretches. See how elastic it is and how it always returns to you, hits you in the heart, knocks you over in joy, gallops after you, catches you in its grip, embraces you, somersaults with you in the ecstasy of itself, love lively, love forming and unforming itself, dancing with itself, embracing itself, distributing itself, increasing itself, tripping over itself, skidding and skating all over the universe, catapulting itself, flying itself, penetrating everything, catching everything in its thrall.

O, love, bounteous beautiful bounding love, the love of all, the All, the giver and receiver and givingness and receivingness, unparalled love, recycled ever more and anew, fresh, prancing, overtaking, establishing, fulminating, enjoying and enjoining love.

What hath love wrought? How can there be more of this which is all there is and nothing else but? And yet there is more and more! It is gold discovered in the hills. It is coin found in the streets. It is shining gold found in the sun and in your eyes, all, a reflection, all an image of the Holy Centre of Love that dwells in your heart and won't be still, will out, will escape your fragile bounds, will overtake everything in its sight and everything not yet in its sight, will outdo itself, will be known, will be known, will no longer be dreamed of but acknowledged as the staff of life, as life itself, as love manifest, life as love, life as what it is.

True, the love the world and the people in it give to you is My love, yet it is a small particle of the all-consuming love that is, the burning love of Mine that melts you into molten gold, pliant gold, surging you in waves of gold. You are that love, and you become it more every day.

Every day you are melting more and more into the love of My heart, the molten gold of My heart. Your heart becomes caramel, oozing melting caramel, swirling and peaking endlessly on a conveyer belt made of nothing but love itself.

What, I ask you, can Our love really be compared to?