Love is not effort. Love is the natural state when you allow it to be.
Hear this: Love does not have to look loving. It doesn’t have to round the bend like a herd of galloping horses. It doesn’t have to look a certain way. It doesn’t have to be bright colors. It doesn’t have to be notable. It just has to be and to be allowed to be.
Let Us say for a moment that your eye glasses are love, and yet you may look for your glasses the way you do love far away blazing in the distance. Love is right here unnoticeably sitting on your nose, and you are looking elsewhere for that which you already have.
It may be that you think that love has to be out loud or stunning or filled with emotion and drama. Perhaps you think that love has to be of great consequence. Perhaps you think love has to leap up the stairs or fall from the sky like a comet.
The truth is that love does come from the stars, as you come from the stars. Love is an ordinary event. It doesn’t have to come in capital letters. It can come in small letters. It can even come in subscript or invisible ink.
Love does not have to be a big event. Love is uneventful because it is the normal state of being. It is not extraordinary to love. It is the most ordinary thing in the world. It is not an excited state. It is quite even.
Love does not mount a great white steed and charge around the world.
Love is so rampant that you don’t even see it. While you are in the forest, you see trees. You are surrounded by them, yet you don’t see the whole forest. You see only bits and pieces of it. Nevertheless, you are aware that you are in the forest. What else could you be walking in when you are immersed in the trees?
What is the effort in knowing where you are. You don’t have to have marching bands and a big parade or even a tiny parade. You don’t have to have anything but an awareness of where you are. As when you are downtown, and you smell a delicious aroma, you don’t yet know what the aroma is or where it is exactly coming from. It could be chocolates. It could be brownies. It could be melting carob. It could be a little boy near you with chocolate all over his face.
When it comes to love, you don’t have to pinpoint it! You don’t have to know its precise source. You don’t have to know who delivered the love. You don’t even have to know whom it was specifically meant for.
Consider that all love is meant for you. Consider that you are the messenger of love as well. You deliver, and you receive. And when you receive, it is you who has delivered the love to yourself. Even if ten jumping teen age girls blow you kisses, you receive the love, and it is you who delivers the love to yourself. The girls were expressing their joy. You deliver and receive their joy to yourself.
You could have walked by and not noticed. You could have walked by and thought their kisses were meant for someone else. You could have thought the kisses were for you but that you were being made fun of. In those cases, you would not have delivered the love to yourself.
Look for love as you walk along. Do not look for occasions for it. The love itself will do. Do not look for occasions to give love. Life itself is the occasion for love.