[purple]So Almitra said: "Speak to us of love." And he raised his head and looked at the crowd, and a silence fell over all, and with a loud voice, said:
When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep; And when he involved with their wings, 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 wind lays waste the garden. For just as puts a crown of King or Queen so they'll crucify youAnd in a way that contributes to your growth, It works for your fall. And just as he ascends to your height And caresses your tenderest branches that are packed in the sun, so they'll descend to your roots he will shakes in their attachment to the land.
Like sheaves of wheat, he will press you together to his heart. He will thrashes you to expose your nakedness. He will sieve you to rid you of straw. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant. Then he assigns you to his sacred fire, and you may become Bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love he will do in youTo you know the secrets of your hearts
And with that knowledge,
You will become bread for God's sacred feast.
However, if in your fear, you seek only peace in love's ....and you seek only pleasure in love`s,
Then it would be better for you that your nakedness cobrísseis And abandon the floor of love, To enter a world without seasons, 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 notand the love dont leavepossesses he itselfFor love is sufficient to itself.
When one of you 're in love you should not say "God is in my heart," But before that says: "I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, For love, if it finds you worthy, It will determine your own course. the Love has no other desire Than to fulfill itself. However, if you love and must needs have desires, Let these be your desires: To melt in love and be like a stream Who 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 thanks for another day of loving; To rest at noon And meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer in your heart for the beloved, And in your lips a song of bliss.
khalil Gibran