If anyone accepts the idea they can’t love, or worse— are tricked into believing they do, they’re still not getting it. Love is the essence of itself. Love is the only one doing the loving. It’s bigger than we are. We experience it by letting it through. We can’t generate it, store it, hoard it, claim it, or own it. All we can do is let it flow. All we can do is let love flow. From where it came, I do not know. But I can see it coming when I look at you. I feel it in my pulse— love knows exactly what to do. Love knows when to rise. It never tells us lies. It can be trusted too. Love knows exactly what to do. It moves like a wind through an open room— no pushing, no forcing, just clearing out the gloom. And every time it rises it becomes the air we breathe. I don’t have to understand it. Love does as it please. Love knows when to rise. I see it coming through you. It can be trusted too. All we do is let it flow. Love knows exactly where to go. It never asks permission, never waits in line. Love shows up exactly when the moment is divine. It moves where it is welcomed, it leaves where it is closed. But when a heart is open— that’s where love overflows. And when I feel it rising from a place beyond the mind, it tells me we’re connected in a way that’s undefined. Not body, not machine, not stories we outgrow— just the current of existence. It knows exactly where to go. Love knows where to go. It knows who to move. It shows up like a whisper and suddenly flows through you. No need to understand it, no need to take control. All we ever do is open. Love knows where to go. Love knows where to go. It always finds a way.
