If love is not extended it cannot fulfill its own nature, which IS extension. Love in the heart of man, when not extended, shrivels up, recoils within itself. We may be tested to believe that to extend love is to walk around this planet and willy-nilly hand out warm fuzzies, regardless if our brothers like it or not. Being sincere about this we recognize: love is extending Being - is acknowledging the same Being as ours in our brother. To share my Being with my brother, I must look past his body at his real SELF, his BEing. Inevitably I see his Being as his Source and before long, I recognize both, my SELF and his, to be of the same Source. That is true sharing. I can do this very well without ever speaking a word to him. This sharing occurs within the quiet of one's heart. It then may very well take on any form this life can possibly provide, but must, of need, be born first in the heart.
Source: God I Am: From Tragic to Magic, Pages: 186 & 187
Contributed by: Nara-Narayana