Then said Almitra, Speak to us of love
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And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
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 a whiteness.
He kneads you unitl 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 loves's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-door,
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, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and most needs have desires, let hese 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 ceditate 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.
This is the purest and rarest love ever to be found, To posess this love is a gift from god and with this gift comes, committment, trust, understanding and compassion.
Love is not something that you can buy, it is given freely from the soul. Don't abuse this gift of love, respect it. When this respect is given it will be given in return.
There are many ways to say I Love You everyday without saying those three little words. Love is present by the little things you do.
Love is most felt when you give of yourself.
Do not try to be possessive of your love one, they are not something you own, give your
your love freely and the same will be done in return.
To be possessive is to be insecure, to be insecure is to be alone, to be obsessive is dangerous.
Find the love from within thy self and your will no longer have the need to
feel possessive or insecure or even be obsessive of another.
If you have love in your life then you have a rare and precious gift from God. Don't question this gift just accept it. If you still have not found Love for yourself, Then Maybe you should ask yourself, Who Am I? When you understand yourself then all the gifts that you have been seeking will be yours.
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