When you are unattached, it's not that you don't care. You do care. You just don't mind.
It's not that you are indifferent. It is that you are not attached. You would prefer this or that, yet your happiness in life is not dependent upon it. You have become more independent, and independent means you are more free.
This thing about love is that it is your destiny. It is your choice of destiny, yet, when you see through clear eyes, you have no choice. You know the difference between a nickel and a dime, so what can you do but choose the dime? You know what love is worth, and it is worth everything. There is nothing that compares to love. Nothing in High Heaven and nothing on Earth. Love is all there is, and love is mighty, not as a fortress but as a gateway.
You must know by now that time is meaningless. Oh, yes, you rush to keep up with it, yet it is always ahead of you – or behind you. It circles around you, ready to wrangle you, to entrap you, to reduce you, to make you temporary as it is instead of eternal as you are. Time itself is a time-waster. And yet time catches you in its net and won’t let you go. You look forward, and you look backward. You are always trying to manage time. You make lists for it.
The force of love is a power to be reckoned with. Love is a power. It is a power for good. Who would want less than a power for good? Who would want to keep all the odds and ends of life that you may have kept to pour over and perhaps collect more of?
It would seem that you always find a way to make a ruckus in your heart. You tell yourself you don’t love enough, or that you love too much, or you love in the wrong places instead of in the right places, and so you make yourself love-weary. Beloveds, where can love be misplaced? Where is there too much love, I ask you.
Be delighted with love. When you do that, world concerns will not enter in. Nor should they. Let your heart love where it loves and keep loving more. Love is not to be despaired of nor repressed. Love is to be let forth like the sun, like the ocean, like irrepressible music. Leave love alone. Let it be what it is. And, through it all, love yourself. Love this breathing Human Being you represent. Love yourself not to pieces but to Wholeness. Love yourself without reservation. Love yourself as if you were meant to receive love always from everywhere. Certainly from Me.
Life is not either/or. You do not have one choice or two. You have
many-petaled choices. When you were a child, you took a daisy, and you
said with each petal, "He loves me, he loves me not." You left out
other possibilities, that he likes you, that he makes you happy, that
you like him and you make him happy. Life is many-layered and not so
Being Human is not a bad thing. It is a good thing. You see it as a lesser thing but that is because you get tripped up by the physical density. The physical is the illusion. The physical is what is far-fetched. The Divine is more understandable. To be Divine is not amazing. To be Human, that is amazing. That is slight of hand. That is the magic trick. Divinity is no trick at all.
Divinity is easy. It is the landscape of rolling hills, endlessly unfolding. The Human is a brief interlude, rather like a cow in a painting set in a pasture on the horizon line. Here is this beautiful art of the Divine before you, and yet an artwork is sketched over it, that sketch called Human.
Do you really think there is anyone I love more than you? If you think so, then you are also saying that I am capable of loving more and loving less. I cannot love less. I have one child, and I love My child. You see many children, and you categorize them, put them in piles, and put yourself in a pile by yourself, and perhaps feel forlorn or perhaps feel haughty. Beloveds, I can only love with all the love I have. I do not discriminate. Not at all. How could I? How could I possibly denounce one child of Mine. If the world?s perception were correct, and it were so that I have billions and trillions of offspring, which one child could I love less, and which one could I love more? I love. It is as simple as that. I love. I love this one, and I love that one. I love you.
Have I given you too many things to do or not to do? Of course, all
guidance I give boils down to love, so, in actually, there is only one
thing I ask of you, and that is to love yourself. You cannot love
others more than you love yourself. I speak of loving and not
attachment, beloveds. I speak of loving yourself and not holding
yourself for ransom, as it were.
Beloved, unto love, devote yourself. Even as you feel disappointed and heartsore, dedicate yourself to love. Remember love. When you are aware of anger – this awareness is a sham. This isn’t a semblance of truth.