Sunday, November 18, 2012

Celebration of Love...

Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
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
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 

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 
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.

Then Almitra spoke again and said,
   and what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying: 
   You were born together, and together
   you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white
   wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the 
   silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your 
   togetherness, and let the winds of the
   heavens dance between you.

Love one another, but make not a bond
   of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between
   the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from
   one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat
   not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
   but let each one of you be alone,
   even as the strings of a lute are alone
   though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each
   other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain
   your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
   and the oak tree and the cypress grow
   not in each other's shadow.

Kahlil Gibran

Today I celebrate the 23rd Anniversary with the Love of my Life. 23 years of pure bliss and sometimes pure agony. These words written by Kahlil Gibran, sum up quite beautifully, but yet with a poetic frankness what the great secret is to lasting love. Love CANNOT and MUST NOT possess to thrive. Love allows and does not hinder. Love nourishes and does not stifle. Love frees and does not bind. Love sees clearly and isn't blind. Love gives freely and receives graciously. Love shared affirms the very Nature of Being. 

I am thankful to have walked Love's Path these many years with an honorable and amazing man, who has taught me so much about the forgiving nature of love. He is the Shiva to my Shakti:)

Om Shanti,


  1. Beautiful Nirvani! I shall post the poem on my refrigerator so I can read it frequently! :) Congratulations on 23 years! And thank you for your honesty that it wasn't all bliss... :)

  2. Happy Anniversary! This poem takes my breath away. I've reread it several times here and I think I'm going to have print it out as well!