My Beloved, let me ask you something.
When you woke up the Universe this morning,
Tell me, did the sun shrink back in shyness at the glory of your presence?
Did the majestic mountains prostrate themselves at your feet?
Did the birds finally get their chattery act together and sing sweet harmonies in your ear?
Did the butterflies gently kiss your cheeks?
Did the flowers of the field give up their fragrance to anoint you?
Did the trees of the field wave and clap giddily as you passed by?
Did all beings, sentient and insentient stand and salute you?
Did the whole Universe humble itself, realizing it shines by Your borrowed light?
If not, then my Love, we have some serious problems.
What is to become of a world that forgets its only purpose for existence?
Wow! Did this poem come from you? If only a few hundred million people understood this, that they are "The World Honored One," the one to whom all creation bows. What a world that would be!
Yes, the poem did come from me but I think mind keeps me from experiencing or seeing it as deeply as you do. I guess I am saying that I want to experience it from where you are, as a constant, fixed reality, no longer something that requires effort. But effort until it is no longer needed.
Look, that love in you is always there as deep and wide as the oceans. You expressed it perfectly; you know it. Your question appears to be, "Is there more?" Yes there is, but the constantcy is not in the state, because it comes and goes and wobbles. It lies in the absolute trust and conviction that you are both the absolute and the I Am at all times. You do not want to get trapped into the belief you need to be perfect love or ecstasy at all times, because the nature of consciousness and the I Am is to always change, sometimes, as you now witness, with violent swings and mood changes. The only constantcy is when you reach the center around which consciousness plays.