"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 opinions 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 season less 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 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."
— Khalil Gibran
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