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| 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.
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.
All these things 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 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.
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 fulfill 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 then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips. | | |
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I believe in the purity.
Not the purity of a child and inexperienced,
but the purity in the wisdom of selective mind.
I believe in the complexity of a human mind and a character.
It is a typical example, say, wine, flavor and taste mature as they age,
and it could only be understood and embraced by the wine lover
with the same complexity and knowledge in his pallet,
who has tried the sweetest and the sourest of all kinds.
I believe this world to be fulled with prism of colors.
I live my life beyond black or white, having my beloved history
with joy, pain, happiness and love, taking countless paths which
taught me unfathomable wisdom and realities of life
and it's absolute beauty, now I see the world with infinite colors. | | |
| countless.... walkes that we took before dinner sweets that you hid in your tin box Saturday nights sleep over in your room rice balls you made before my swimming practice naps that we took together hours we sat front of TV trips that we took cute little things that I gave you letters that I wrote you pretty ribbons that you kept from the flower that we sent bandages that you put on my knees secrets that we shared untold stories of your life visits to your hospital bed nights that I couldn't stop crying I'm sorry You couldn't meet my husband I'm sorry You couldn't see your great grand children I'm sorry I went so far away | | |
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If I could wish you Spring in December,
if I could wish you Christmas in May,
if I could wish that you'd always remember,
how much you are loved in each and every way.
If I could give you life without pain,
if I could give you more sun and less rain,
if I could give you roses in Winter,
prevent every bad thing in your life to enter.
If I could put a rainbow in your sky,
if I could put angels to dance before your eyes,
if I could put always love in your heart,
these things, my darling, would only be a start.
None of these things I have in my power,
I cannot keep you free from all sorrow,
but I can love you and always be there,
you are my lover so sweet and so fair
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