~ Poems & Thoughts ~
The Dreamer
Sometimes she wonders
if he thinks of her
as she thinks of him~
in those quiet, tender moments
that drift through her days,
where she feels the soft thread of love
still weaving them together.
Perhaps it is a bond from another lifetime,
forged beyond time and space,
echoing into this one.
She knows his heart may belong to another~
and if it does,
she wishes it to remain
exactly where it has found its home.
Last night, she wandered through a dream
that was neither past nor present nor future,
but something in between~
a place untouched by time.
She began to reflect
on love and of loss,
and held a quiet hope~
that in another life,
they might find their way
back to each other.
Each day without him
feels like a fragment
of something precious,
slipping through her fingers.
Time dissolves,
softly, relentlessly,
day after day.
Sometimes she imagines
what it would be like
to simply be held by him~
to rest in the quiet certainty of his arms.
She has waited so long
for his love,
for the warmth of his presence.
Once, it all felt so intimate~
like a memory her soul carried.
He awakened something within her,
a love she had once known
but somehow lost along the way.
And yet ~
she is only a dreamer,
living within a fragile world
of him and her.
And deep inside,
she knows
they may be heading for a fall.
This strange, beautiful love—
it opens their hearts,
pulls them closer,
and still…
it feels safer
to remain their distance.
As the years pass
and her beauty softens into wisdom,
she continues to wait~
to be seen,
to be understood.
She hopes there is someone
who will love her
just as she is~
with all her quiet imperfections.
Someone who will gently fill
the empty space beside her,
and perhaps,
restore the missing pieces of her soul,
so they may grow~
and become something more.
She believes
he is her divine masculine~
her shadow and her light,
her joy and her sorrow.
It no longer matters
that their worlds stand in contrast—
their flames still recognize one another,
They compliment eachother in all their Elements.
And she wonders…
will he ever lay down his armor?
Will he step out from the silence
and allow himself to be seen~
so she may finally understand
who he truly is in this life?
One moment,
she is certain
he is everything she has ever longed for.
The next,
she finds herself lost in shadows,
running from demons
or her own old wounds,
while facing the ghosts of her past.
If he ever had the chance to hold her~
would he ever let her go?
The only thing she can do now,
is love.
Love~
without conditions,
without fear.
To love him.
To love herself.
In another world,
she once placed a kiss
upon his forehead~
and somehow,
that single moment
became eternal.
So much depth,
so much ache,
so much fire~
held within one fleeting touch.
Her heart aches each day
they are apart,
yet she still hopes…
that one day,
across time and space,
he will find his way home~
to where his heart truly belongs.
She once believed
he was the one she had been waiting for~
the love her soul had searched for
across lifetimes.
Their spirits,
full of light and longing,
dancing through unseen realms.
And still,
she must let him go,
again and again.
Because in this life,
she feels
his heart may belong elsewhere.
True love longs to flow
and without it,
the fire within her fades.
And so, perhaps
this is her moment
to release
the weight of human longing.
For she could never live in peace
knowing her love
had caused another pain.
She must keep walking now,
toward a new dream.
Not because she does not love him…
but because she does.
Endlessly,
Unconditionally…
Your Garden...
You mirror my darkness.
I mirror your light.
I think I love your garden, honey.
There is still so much waiting to awaken under the earth in the cold.
Nightshades, orchids and roses await their blossoming in the warmth of the sun,
their mesmerizing scents
dancing in the whispering wind,
touching our skin so gently.
An ethereal dream to become one with the divine flame of the heart
and the pure waters of the soul.
Lets dive deep into our fears.
For love has the power to dry our sea of tears.
We kiss our wounds and help them heal.
So that we can truly feel...
...our love.
January
So many words of thoughts I have already written, but have never sent...
why?
Because of fear?
Because of not wanting to make myself vulnerable?
Maybe the ego, not wanting to admit, that it lost control?
Today I have chosen to write a few very raw thoughts,
without overthinking and overworking each sentence, like I usually do:
So many days have past, my beloved...
By the moon and stars when I lay to rest,
When I am just so tired and near to sleep,
I think, that one of these mornings,
When the sun paints the sky and mountains in its pink and orange clouds of hope,
I will wake up, and will maybe not love you anymore, just to find,
I love you even more.
With each day that passes without you,
I try so badly to let go, and try to hold on with all my heart...
To nothing, my love...
And the pain of not being with you,
makes me question myself and doubt everything I have ever lived for,
if this love could just be another illusion in this great illusion of life.
Maybe we will never know,
my love...
Picture of the sunset made from my balcony
Love is magic
I took this picture yesterday morning from my window
Twinflames
There is a love,
which is above all love,
which survives life.
Two souls emerged from one.
United like two flames.
Identical - yet seperate.
Sometimes together,
bound by feeling and desire.
Sometimes seperated,
to learn and grow.
But always finding each other again.
In other times,
other places.
Again and again...
Transmission of Tatsuya from the Japanese-6th century
Artist Benny H.V. Anderson
Reflection Of Stars
Like fire, it burns our existence -
This Pure love.
The ashes of my past being,
Held between my fingers,
Blown into the distance, by the winds...
So it floats delightfully
above the sea.
In the reflection of the stars
What remains, is united with Earth -
From which
My new existance arises.
Summer 2024
Pleasure springs from the arrival of the cosy lines ~
Henceforth linger in the whirl of the colourful leaves of the good-natured quiet
My thoughts of attachment carry me to the tender heart
In the empyrean orange-red dawn's new beginning~
Let your mind remain in gold.
And drive away the pain
So may coming times be full of well-being, blessing and abundance
For your soul, sprung from the light
And yet so dark, so beautiful and fine.
December, the 23rd 2021
Your heart
What are we looking for?
For love? Although love is within us.
For our home?
Where our soul can rest,
far from this crazy world,
back to the origin,
beginning and end of every single life.
Thousands and thousands of them...
My heart feels through the shield
of your masculinity,
your wildness
and your beauty;
Your tenderness,
your sensitivity and
your generous soul.
For our heart spaces have long been connected,
for they have been since the beginning, my beloved.
Feel into your heart and realise that love was already present in you,
is and always will be.
Realise that it is a part of you..,
that you see in me.
The pain will heal, when you realise, that there is no separation from our Original Creator Source.
We are contained within it and we are infinitely loved.
Fill your heart with my love for you,
let your being shine,
let all the abundance of sparkling stars be your healing.
December, the 8th 2021
Iceflowers
On a cold winters night,
when there was no expectation in me,
the snowflakes told me
something about your love,
as they landed softly and gently.
Absent from the games of earthly life,
I remember again our play from other times of tenderness.
Deep in my heart I know,
that these are memories and connections from other happy times.
Yet with the overwhelming joy and strength that your love for me
and my deep love for you, gives me,
I feel a generous distance in my heart.
I will pretend not to notice your call to me between your words.
I will pretend,
as if I had not noticed that you long for my love.
They say that love is not mistaken.
And yet.
And you have called me to profess your love for me,
only to reawaken in me a longing dormant in the depths,
that I thought had been healed in me.
Which I basically hoped, I would no longer have to feel,
the earthly longing and the joy and pain of human love.
For I have found a long sought love within myself.
So let me stand here in my deep peace,
when you already carry all happiness in your hands my beloved friend
and believe, to have to follow your longing.
But be sure,
your longing is another.
Your soul longs for home,
where we all once came from and will return to one day.
Let us give each other the space that is due to our familiar hearts.
For our love for each other is independent of bodies, indestructible and unconditional in its nature.
I will return to my inner peace, for the sweet treasure you carry, I cannot carry with you.
Go back the long way you came, and at the fork of decision,
release your love for me and feel my free love for you.
Let me dance in my winter beauty with the snowflakes,
they and the ice flowers at my window will comfort me and a new spring will follow.
Even though your body may remain so far away and will not be with me in this time and space.
Yet I am certain that a part of your heart belongs to me forever.
She can keep your beautiful body and your wonderful soul,
but keep a part of your heart for me,
for my heart needs only your love.
February the 14th 2021
Enchanting being that you are,
I am lost in the depth of your vibrations.
Like shining stars in the vastness of the night sky.
My heart was given away to your existence,
before the dawn of time.
Warming rays of the sun bring the message of divinity
and strike the point of my infinity.
Right in the centre of my heart,
a call of love resounds like an echo in the silent and crackling winter.
In the deep blue winter sky lies the promise that my eternal search now ends.
The attempt to look away from you, I do not succeed
I will turn away my eyes and my heart;
for pain is as close as love
But your light power is like a magnet and I fail.
Your darkness leads into the deepest rock crystal caves.
Light years away and yet you dwell in the depths of my heart.
Beautiful Landscape : Alain Audet
August, 3rd 2020
A thousand words
I feel your love
and still can't see you
You are always with me
and yet never quite here
My heart senses your essence
you're getting closer and closer to me
I feel the burning
like fireworks in the cells
Your words wait
Hidden like a sweet wild strawberry
But I have patience
Slowly come closer and reveal yourself
You wonderful creature,
a promise from within to embrace the soul lovingly
Living the courage to love
turn over a new leaf
and when we meet
what will happen to us then
Whatever happens, know this.
I feel the same
The divine blessing be with us all
Be my sun, my stars and my life
how could I have gone so long without you...
It feels like my entire existence
wants to spread out into the galaxies like an explosion
Can you perceive me
...like I do you?
I forget everything around me
what was important before
But you are untouchable
You are the most beautiful creature
Your soul, your heart, you´re beautiful
Come on, let's just float on higher ground.
and our love shall give us strength
I don't know what happened before.
but an angel came and whispered in my heart,
that you share the same heartspace
and already dwell there with me
Like a storm of emotion
a thousand words tumble into confusion
from my heart
How can I put this event into words
I cannot find the words, they have left me
I see only you
how is this possible
Everything I thought was love before,
is not comparable herewith
Clear thoughts I miss
What a gift,
...that creation had in store for me...
biding one's time
But it almost bursts my fragile heart
There's nothing else I can do
I'll sacrifice myself to you, even if it hurts
Three hundred words that I now wrote
without even giving a rough description,
what's happening to me right now
It's like a thousand angels around me
I thank creation,
that I can feel that again
and finally rejected my doubts
The moment I thought,
where I stopped believing,
that there is one person who can give me love,
that satisfies my longing
The moment came,
I gave myself completely to creation,
that can quench my thirst for security,
A letting go of everything earthly,
A letting go of fears
No longer lonely, safe in God's hand
The moment I was free, in my heart,
the miracle happened
For a long time my pen remained untouched
Silence prevailed
You give me inspiration
You make my world so beautiful
Forgive me, but I can't keep it to myself
I just have to tell you
From hope
but the angels could play with me, who knows
and my words are those for eternity
And when my felt words float out into the universe,
maybe they'll bring a little wonder into your life in another way
So it shall be
No fear in the world can stop me,
To tell you that I love your nature so much
You are able to ease the pain
Yes, you'll feel that you are meant
No questioning and let's just leave it at that,
as you like it
Without expectation, without condition
On another level we have already met
On the stars we have danced together
In other galaxies they swam together, flew
Loved us more than anything
I feel it, and so do you,
love forgives
All the powers of this creation,
our paths have been set this way,
that our souls meet
I protect you with my rain of love
I am with you
The end of these lines
although a thousand words linger in my heart
~ Our heartspace ~
28th of March 2020
Crystaline Sunweaves
I dream to know
I felt you in my dream yesterday, you were holding my hand.
There, on the other side are the stars
They tell me stories of your beautiful soul light
An indescribable feeling of depth extends into my soul
I feel myself melting with longing my beloved
I have bitterly lost every form of struggle
~To experience in your energy,
how inferior I am to love~
An unprecedented deep humility and at the same time trust in love is created
Not a day goes by without you appearing in my heart
The most beautiful of all sounds is the sound of
tender memories that awaken
To a time that may yet come or long gone
~In eternity without time~
the day will come
on which we will merge in our arms
Like rippling meltwater in the sun we will flow
my treasure
and give ourselves with joy to the watercourse
Our love will carry us into a world of peace of mind
~My blue diamond~
your soul shines in my heart and lets flames of joy arise
Every sign gives me new hope and strength
Have I found you now and yet not
how long have I been looking for you and you for me
And if we don't see each other in this life,
as the golden plan was another
I visit you in my heart every day
and fall asleep with thoughts of me in your arms
~Until the flames of my love for you
transform into the most beautiful crystalline sunrays
to warm your heart~
Tears of the deep, through touching the soul
In the depth of being
the soul remembers
because something long lost thought is coming back to life
~My love resembles the rays of crystalline weaves of sunlight
goes through all incarnations and survives~
March 5th, 2020
Dear friends,
today there is a kind of different poem by Rumi,
because for me of course love is the strongest power on earth, and in our universe,
but it can also be accordingly multifacetted and different in its effect.
The love that can arise between people does what it wants with them,
independent of external influences....
One of the biggest challenges is to let go of something and to let it free, if necessary.
The beautiful paintings are by Daniela Drescher.
Now to the poem.
The black prince love
Love has robbed me of sleep:
That`s what prince love does.
Prince Love doesn't care about "soul" or "common sense".
A black lion is he, hungry and wild,
Who drinks only the lifeblood of lovers.
Prince Love grabs you gently and then drags you to the pit:
If you fall into it, he watches calmly.
Prince Love is a despot, a heartless judge
Who tortures and abuses the innocent.
Fall into his hands and you cry streams,
escape him and you freeze to ice.
At every moment he smashes a thousand cups,
sews a hundred garments and then tears them to shreds.
Ten thousand eyes he makes weep, and it makes him laugh.
A thousand he slaughters, and he doesn't care about them.
No one escapes his chains by cunning or madness,
no one escapes his nets, however wise he may be.
Artist: Daniela Drescher
~ Fiery red leaves ~
With every gorgeous leaf ~
the thoughts fall
~ Back to Earth ~
To return there to the eternal cycle
Slowly and playfully they dissolve~
forever
From their trees~
and yet not
In the most beautiful colours
they shine ~
Like our most beautiful dreams
I wander through space and time
And yet this world seems so real
I see here and there my brothers and sisters
who wave to me ~
Friendly laughing eyes shine towards me ~
Others look away in their rage ~
And others look at me through sad empty eyes ~
But all of them shine in space and time in their light~
How beautiful their light is ~
All of them looking for love
Which mankind cannot fulfil ~
It's not in his power either
He lives for himself in his own center ~
But when a soul treads a great path
~Back home~
Through all pain and disappointment on your own quest
discover the greatest of all treasures ~
Deeply hidden under all the feelings and emotions of human perception
Colourful in light and dark like the autumn foliage
It is us who abandon ourselves and love
A love that does not judge
It's just us judging ourselves~
Now does she find the very great love
Which has always been there
Always holding us tight
and
Never leaves
Selected paths we take ~
Hoping to return one day
To the place where we all came from
~The light source ~
Which gives us unconditional love
Throughout all the tides
Is always with us
Security given to us in the eternal vastness~
~Which carries the whole universe ~
Through all suffering
At the end of our days ~
Encloses us with an open heart &
Welcomes ~
For it is the secret love that remains ~
If we have to let go of everything else ~
We can learn great things
as we go through the different tides of existence ~
Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer
With every fiery red leaf
that glides to the ground~
A precious moment of our lives fades away ~
Life is so precious ~
A gift to be grateful for ~
Enlightenment!
You loving trees ~
With awe I feel the gratitude in my being ~
How I like to listen to your singing
in which the wisdom of being is passed on to some mindful person ~
It's like a reflection of the trees in my soul
An Enlightenment
made from the magnificent colours of autumn ~
When we return to the eternal cycle outside the tides and understand in the heart
True love is
Light and shadow ~
~Honeysweet ~
Honeysweet
A new ancient fire ~ A kindling of soulful flames ~
Out of a secret arose an opalescent mist ~
swirling and embracing my senses ~
Deeply I hold the strength of my heart ~
Into every smallest seclusion
of the subconsciously made hide-and-seek game
glides a miraculous breeze of a memory~
which seems to be such a beautiful play of colours
just as we have often played sweetly,
honey, sweet ~
So painful at the same time in my soul she sleeps like nature, my love ~
after the long darkness of king winter ~
Longing for crackling buds of the trees ~ in spring ~
still caught in the dark of the ice,
so much awaiting the all-pervading flow of heat and light force ~
So your magical nebula appears ~
which allready seems to know the most secret corners of my self ~
By night, my sweet honey ~
when our souls dance ~
in the distant lands of our most beautiful dreams ~
We are one ~ You and I ~
Hypnotized, in surrender, unable to escape ~
We shimmer like gems in the night sky ~
Your sound is everything and nothing is your sound ~
Is my silence, sweet bird ~
For a time nothing else is of concern to my being ~
Inside whirling wizard let the night violas dance ~
The touch thus transforms everything into a starry splendor ~
In the forest the dancing temples sink into the soft green moss ~
Honey sweet, disoriented and without a trace ~
~ Forest Of Magic ~
1st of January 2018
I followed the traces in the snow
it was so unreal ~
In the sun the snow crystals shimmered in all the colours of the rainbow
from another world ~
Will I get lost ~
Where am I ~
I followed the sweet scent and sparkling of the magic forest
into the depth of the unknown ~
In the snow I saw the writing ~ Follow me ~
„Follow me!“
I heard the familiar voice of the sweet scent and the sparkling say
and then ever so slightly it drifted away and it became very silent ~
„Wait!“, I am coming with you
my lips wanted to speak out
„where are you guiding me to?“
though my voice remained silent ~
The sweet scent of tenderness embraced my soul ~
It is a dream ~
Am I still me ~
or am I a butterfly, a snowflake or a tawny owl
enchanted from the magic of the forest ~
The neverending vastness of being appeared
in the mysterious mist that had arised
and visions of eternal various shades of my existance
let me recognize more and more,
who or what my soul is ~
Out of the mist I heard the sweet voice
„ Come along with me, I will show you, who you are“
sounding like out of the distance, a different time and space ~
„But I know, who I am!“
I wanted to speak, but my voice remained silent ~
I had already forgotten , who or what I was ~
I walked on and followed trustfull the beautiful soft fragrance of love,
and the wonderful hyms,
vibrating deep in my cells like never before ~
„Listen very carefully, because you are this, please don`t ever forget:
You are a gentle butterfly ~
You are a unique snowflake ~
You are a wise tawny owl ~
You are a floating cloud in the beautiful evening sky ~
You are a glowing sunrise ~
You are the sound of the sea, like you remember from your childhood ~
You are the sweetest melody at the top of the sunsingers voices ~
You are the first flower that awakens when spring is near ~
You are a fox, a bear, a dear, and a rabbit ~
You are a stone, a cliff, and a mountain ~
You are a tree, inconceivable big with countless leaves ~
You are the first person on earth
and the last person on earth ~
You are
with all your brothers and sisters
an astoundingly beautiful light,
you are the universe itself ~
Pure Love ~
Oh wonderful soul!
How much you have grown in all your Existances over and over again!
My love for you is immeasurable!“
Then I must have awoken,
my eyes or more my heart had recognized ~
It was only a dream ~
I was lying on the forest ground, surrounded by sparkling snow,
that shimmered in the sun, in all the colours of the rainbow ~
Like diamonds ~
All is an illusion ~
But the voice was still there,
it will always be,
it was the voice of our father ~
Of our mother ~
The source of creation.
Painting by
Hans Georg Leiendecker and Sabine Maria Leiendecker
from
Kunst zur Ehre Gottes
Bilder des Lichts
November the 22nd 2017
Dear friends,
today I want to share another very great poem from Khalil Gibran.
In my opinion one of the best poems about "our" children,
who are not "our" children at all...
Although we love our children so much,
we need to give them alot of space to
let them spread their little
wings so that they can fly so free.
Here a picture of my family ; )
Lots of heartfelt greetings from Erinea Tessalara
About our children
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with his might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Picture from Daniela Drescher
November 12th, 2017
Yesterday I wrote a poem,
or better,
it came to me and I wrote it down.
~ Fountains ~
I lost my heart ~
Again and again ~
Or did I win?
Like a sweet light hearted child my heart is ~
Pure ~
Kept within ~
Lost and found ~
in a deep deep dream of love ~
Please, please come to me
sweet white bird of divinity ~
Sing your sweet song of love ~
Astounding, all surrounding frequency ~
Divine glorious soul of grace ~
I feel your soul so clear in my heart
~ tell me ~
is it you I have been waiting for?
~ Light of love ~
~ Angel mine ~
Feel my love for you ~
Beautiful heart of yours can feel ~
Let it just be ~
Love pouring out of my heart to you ~
like fountains of neverending abundance ~
Why question Love ?
Only Pain ~
Oh though pain can come through
having the feeling of not being with you ~
Within times of weakness
we all have our feelings ~
Embrace us in your heart my beloved
heal our tears of pain ~
We will see this love flow ~
and in this love our
our spirits can grow ~
Joy and Sorrow
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises
was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,
the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup
that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit,
the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart
and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see
that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow,"
and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board,
remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver,
needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or f
From Khalil Gibran
The prophet
18th of May 2017
Today I have another beautiful poem for you.
It`s from Rumi a great persian poet.
He lived 1207 ~ 1273.
Love said to me
I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.
Don’t talk about sorrow,
tell me of that treasure,
hidden if it is to you,
then just remain silent.
Last night
I lost my grip on reality
and welcomed insanity.
Love saw me and said,
I showed up.
Wipe your tears
and be silent.
I said, O Love I am frightened, but it’s not you.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me.
Be silent.
I will whisper secrets in your ear,
just nod yes
and be silent.
A soul moon
appeared in the path of my heart.
How precious is this journey.
I said, O Love
what kind of moon is this?
Love said to me,
this is not for you to question.
be silent.
I said, O Love
what kind of face is this,
angelic, or human?
Love said to me,
this is beyond anything that you know.
Be silent.
I said, please reveal this to me
I am dying in anticipation.
Love said to me,
that is where I want you:
Always on the edge,
be silent.
You dwell in this hall of
images and illusions,
leave this house now
and be silent.
I said, O Love, tell me this:
Does the Lord know you are
treating me this way?
Love said to me,
yes He does,
just be totally…
totally… silent
March, the 11th 2017
There are so many different kinds of love,
the love between mother and child, the love between father and child,
between sisters and brothers, between good friends,
between us and our friends the animals,
between us and the devine,
between us and mother earth and her beautiful nature
and so on...
Today I´ll write about romantic love,
the love between a man and a woman...
a woman and a woman
or a man and a man...
I found one very special poem a few years ago from a very wise man
and it kept on being my favorite poem about love since then.
I love it so much, it is so true. Here it is , I think probably one or the
other will already know it.
~ On Love ~
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.
*Khalil Gibran*
Straight from the heart!
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