This Earth You Have Inherited

From the fullness of love comes everything. Love is the horn of plenty. Nothing else is. Love is meant to be given and received plentifully. There is enough love to go around ten times over, a thousand million times over. There is no end to love, and love squeezes and expands, and there is great room for everything else in the dynamics of love. Love is meant to be strewn everywhere. There is meant to be a torrent of love on Earth. Love will catch everything in its wake. The whole Earth is to be swathed in love so that everyone may see and feel love for what it is worth, and it is worth everything. There is no draught equal to love. Nothing comes near it.

Love provides the groundwork for everything. Love is the platform you are to stand on. Love is the cushion you are to sit on. Love is the bed of roses you lie down on. The sun rises on the power of love. You know it is a mirage that the suns sets. The sun never turns its back on love. The sun never dims for even one minute. The sun is never truly eclipsed. During an eclipse, the sun is still there, only covered up by a passing phase of the moon or something.

What clouds love, however? Like the sun, love can be muted behind something or another, yet nothing disturbs love as it sets its own course. Hidden from view, love still is, and love is paramount. Love never veers. If you did not mingle with all the love in the world, you would not exist on Earth in whatever body you are in. Your mind and body may not know the truth, yet deep inside, the truth overcomes you, and the truth of love becomes you.

You may say that there is nothing you wouldn’t give for love when, all the while, all you have to give for love is love and more love until your heart comes to the fore, soaked in love, sweetened in love, adoring in love.

Love has no opposite although it has apparent dissenters, such as greed, selfishness, and other unhappiness. Away from love can only amount to unhappiness. There is no happiness like love. Love embraces, and anything else pulls life apart, tears it into pieces, leaves the life of your heart in shambles.

Love is the only healer there is, the only rescuer. The only wound is lack of perceived love. The only lack is the lack of perceived love. Perceived lack of love has ignorance at its core. Place your bets on love and nothing else. There is nothing else to bet on. Love has its domain, and the domain is primary. Everything depends on love.

You may say that wealth can come from ill-gotten means. Beloveds, the one whose hand holds ill-gotten means holds nothing. The appearance of wealth is not wealth anymore than the appearance of love is always love.

Love is for the long-haul, yet love is light and easy and knows not time. Love is beyond time. Love heralds itself and needs no introduction and no finale.

Love is the whole story, and there is no other.

If you are thirsty for love, drink deeply of it.

Love will never trick you. Not love. Be glad for every drop of love you have given to anyone or anything in the world. You have been practicing love. Now give love from the depth of your heart and ask for nothing in return but for the privilege of giving more love, not semblance of love, but love, My same love given to you to enrich the Earth and enrich life on Earth for all, this Earth you have inherited.