Love, and A Path Home...

Like Godhead, emotions can be very rewarding. From a frog to a prince or housemaid to a princess, one can be transformed, all by falling in love. There is no limit to what one might do in the name of love. Like Helen of Troy, love may launch a thousand ships in pursuit of lost love, seeking its return. Love can cause madness, to fool and poet alike, and may make the two look very much a prince or princess, in their enraptured love.
There are no limits in infinite reality, and love dissolves barriers, and limitations in its ardent embrace, in pursuit of its sweet repose, in each lovers heart. In love, there is no right or wrong, as only learning is going on, and correction sweetly dealt lead to Temple gates, and family thrones, for those continuing their lovers quest to heavenly celestial home. There love lives endlessly, in its feast on its love, and in sweet embraces declares its love, shared by all lovers alike.
When one finds love, whether ones first or another, dwell in its embrace, and notice the changes in ones life, from living ones life, to living for each moment, in ones lovers arms. Whether love of family, or sweetheart, or life, or nature, or God, or other, use your love to flood your mind with its sweet intoxication.
Rise on lovers wings, into the eye of God, and spread your love over creation, and into all you know in your life. Feel everything you know in your heart, and transcend the barriers of space, time, and images, into a love embrace shared with all you ever knew, or ever will know...
True, this is not easy, and is a very simply obstructed goal for any lover, as there are those who scorn and mock love a cheap thrill, the drug of choice of fools and poets alike. There may be those who deliberately target young love for abuses, to try the lovers resolve to love, despite their circumstances. The lover that survives these tests walks away therefrom stronger, with greater love for life, knowing one more trial that did not convince it love is not worthwhile, but realize it still a sure comfort, and sweet resting place, for weary and full hearts alike.
When trials befall you remember, love can comfort with its memory of how sweet it is, to love and be loved. Then in ones darkest hour, remember it is said God loves us all if we will only accept it, and his guidance to seek a perfect love, long and tirelessly, as one thirsting in the desert for the next oasis spring or well. Then, aspiring to that love, take the challenge to love, neighbors as oneself, and God as one with you too. There dwell safe in His heart, a growing love, and relation with God seek to have, as Heavenly Father and His growing young child.
In love with Creation as Gods art and theater written large as life try to live all ones days one can. All is well if you can only believe in Gods perfect love, for His creations, and all who in His heart seek to dwell. There is no limit to how the living God can be helpful, and no end to the mystery of where this love is, and even if it exists, in the hands of those jokers who seek to capture weak hearts felled by devils darts, or evil tricks and other deceptive arts. From casual comments to outright hostility one may receive seeking to unconditional love give for unconditional love received.
All else forget, and forgive me for sharing, but this remember well. Love is for keeping, and growing, as well as giving, until it is larger than life, and all worries that therein abide, available to consume ones time, and even ones life, in loveless misery after misery, until it is too late to love, for life has been spent loveless, and living in others eyes just another stranger that passed by...