“When
love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And
when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among
his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste
the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as
he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them
in their clinging to the earth......
But if in your fear you
would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for
you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's
threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but
not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love
gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love
possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto
love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you
worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil
itself."
But if you love and must needs have desires, let
these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings
its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be
wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and
joyfully.” ― Kahlil Gibran
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