LOve is not what we think it is. Love is never a word, brothers and sisters for wherever thought is, love is not. He who utters what Love is, finds himself dumb, bereft of all things.

Love cannot say: "I Love" because then it has identified itself with a thing, an object and made itself separate...yet it can say: " I am Love" "I am All". Love cannot be communicated.... only revealed...therefore the Son reveals the Father the source of All.Love.

LOve is never what we think it is, for all thought is divided is it not betwen what is false and true. Yet Love is never divided and knows no opposites, or comparisons. Thought would say Love is the opposite of hatred, but love has no opposites. Thought is never the thing it seks to convey, rather it is an illusion not the thing itself. To think about a bird is not the bird, to think about a dinosaur, is not the dinosaur, to think about God, is not God, so also with Love. all thought is divisive and it's true source is the Tree of knowledge. Love is not knowledge but inconceivable fact. We do not earn Love..it is the very fruit of Grace Divine.

Mysterious and dark is this way of Love, when we glance at our own hatreds..it is the lok of Love that looks back at us. When we se nothing but our own emptiness..it becomes filled with the form of intangible Love. When we find ourself unloved, unloving and unlovable, that we can possess nothing, only it's appearance through control and an ever watchful eye upon the object of our love, with our constant feeding of this object with money and praise and devotion. When we come to an end of our efforts, and founder on the rock of our abyssymal loss, and find that Rock to be the very ground of our Unknown Love. To destroy the very ground we stand on, to allow the yawning abyss of desolation underneath our life to opne, to let us be swallowed up in the unspeakable arms of GRace, born up on the wings of eternal Love... a sweet savor from the Altar of the death of self...the eternal flight of Love back home.