How do you feel this love?
Simply stop not feeling it. It’s no riddle. Just float with it.
The mind itself draws a curtain across the light. The mind thinks it apprehends reality, but it only paints it’s own interpretation across it.
You are in a room where occasionally you let love shine in, through a chink in the curtain. In reality there is no curtain. There is no room. You are surrounded by love. Permeated by love. You are love.