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
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.
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
together:
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,
Nirvani
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... :)
ReplyDeleteHappy 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!
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