love

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Dear and evryone...

 

I re visited this book today... I want to share it here... it spoke to me with a

new voice since Kundalini has awakened in me...

Love Julia.

 

 

When love beckons to you , follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings unfold 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 crown 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 tendeerest branches that

quiver in the sun,

So shall he decend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

 

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you

naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for

God's sacred feast.

 

And these thigs shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your

heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

 

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 nakeddness 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.

 

When you love you should not say " God is in my heart, " but rather " I am in the

heart of God "

And think not you can direct the course of love, for 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.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving:

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy:

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And thn to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song o praise

upon your lips.

 

(TheProphet.. Kahlil Gibran)