“When love beckons to you follow it, Though it’s ways are hard and steep. And when it’s wings enfold you yield to it, Though the sword hidden among it’s pinions may wound you. And when it speaks to you believe in it, Though it’s voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall it crucify you. Even as it is for your growth so is it for your pruning. Even as it ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall it 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 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.” ― Kahlil Gibran, Le Prophète
The art of blending reality with imagination