love
going through my books the other day, i found "The Prophet". i think that anna gave this book to me when jake was little. (was it you, anna? thank you!) i really liked it then and i still like it today.
aaaaanyway, the verses about love caught my attention - this may be because family wedding season is now upon us in earnest (pif and sarah: next saturday (!); liam and raina: six years yesterday; me and dil: 12 years on the 30th(!); mum and dad: 37 years on the 30th).
On Love
When love beckons 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.
...
Love has no 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.
aaaaanyway, the verses about love caught my attention - this may be because family wedding season is now upon us in earnest (pif and sarah: next saturday (!); liam and raina: six years yesterday; me and dil: 12 years on the 30th(!); mum and dad: 37 years on the 30th).
On Love
When love beckons 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.
...
Love has no 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.
posted by mo | 1:05 p.m.
2 Comments:
if you like khalil gibran, you'll love rumi -- if you don't already. when the rest of his world seemed to shout that the only way to the divine was through abstraction, dispassion, and disengagement, rumi decided to go for it through engagement, and unison. the disolvement of ego, and transcendence of dualism, through love rather than detachment. he makes me swoon.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense.
and...
All the particles of the world are in love, and looking for love.
Pieces of straw tremble
in the presence of amber.
that is beautiful, anna. souls lying in the grass...
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