Love is Waiting

Now.
Now.
Now.
Now.

When is it?
Now.

When was it?
Now.

When will it be?
Now.

And where is love?
Here.

And when is love?
Always now.

If yesterday returns to me,
where does the memory appear?

Here.

If tomorrow calls my name,
where do I imagine hearing it?

Here.

So the past is only memory?
Remembered now.

And the future—anticipation?
Projected now.

Then tell me, if all roads meet here,
why am I somewhere else?

Because the mind can leave the room
while the heart remains itself.

Am I present in this moment?

Are you listening?
Am I listening?

Are you open?
Am I open?

Are you giving?
Am I giving?

Then you are IN love love love love love love…

Past—
Love is now.

Present—
Love is now.

Future—
Love is waiting
whenever you arrive.

See it.
Be it.
Speak it.
Free it.
Project it.
Protect it.
Radiate it out out out out

There is no other moment moment moment moment
Love is always now now now now now now now.

They say the light arrives,
then the mind takes time to know—
eighty little milliseconds
between the world and what we show.

If consciousness comes late,
have I missed reality?

Love was waiting at the doorway.
Love is never early.
Love is never late.
Love is present when you enter.
Love receives you at the gate.

But if awareness trails the world,
how can I touch the true?

The moment you awaken in love,
then love awakens in you.

Is there one eternal now
shared by every moon and sun?

Relativity says no—
there is no universal one.

Then whose present is the present?
Who observes the cosmic flow?

If love observes the universe,
love is everywhere you go.

Is that physics?
No.

Is that proof?
No.

Then what is it?
An invitation.

To believe?
To become.

Past—
Love is now.

Present—
Love is now.

Future—
Love is waiting
whenever you arrive.

See it.
Be it.
Express it.
Bless it.
Project it.
Connect it.
Radiate it out.
Radiate it out.
Radiate it out.
Radiate it out.
Radiate it out.

There is no contradiction.
Love is always now.

What is potential energy?

Power stored by place—
a silent readiness to move,
held within a field’s embrace.

And if the field surrounding us
is love in every form?

Then love’s potential energy
is waiting to be born.

Where is it waiting?
In you.

Who must recognize it?
You.

Who must let the current flow?
You.

And who is this you?
Tat Tvam Asi.

Speak it plainly.
Thou art that.

I and I are Love.

I am the field?
And the field is you.

There is a love deficit!
Then fill it!

With what?
Love.

From where?
Here.

From whom?
You. You. You.

But I was waiting for love to arrive.
Ahhhhhh, well,
Love was waiting for you to arrive!

When will it come?
It has always been here!

What am I waiting for?
Another moment.

And what is wrong with this one?
Nothing.

When I see it—
Now.

When I feel it—
Now.

When I speak it—
Now.

When I heal it—
Now.

When I give it—
Now.

When I live it—
Now.

When I lose it—
Look again.

When I fear it—
Open again.

When I need it—
Let it flow.

When I become it—
Then you know.

There is no love behind us.
There is no love ahead.
There is love becoming living
through the things we do and say
in this present moment.

This is love’s way.

Past is now remembered.
Future is now dreamed.
Love is now embodied—
the field and the energy.

See it.
Be it.
Express it.
Project it.
Protect it.
Radiate it out.
Radiate it out.
Radiate it out.

What are you waiting for?
Another moment?

How about this moment?
When is it?

Now.
Now?

Now.
Now?

Now.
Now?

Now.

Now. Now. Now. Now.
Now. Now. Now. Now.
Now. Now. Now. Now.
Now. Now. Now. Now.

Love is already waiting
whenever you arrive.

I’m here.

We know.