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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.
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I think Gibran more likely described the first love.
This is also the most painful love (usually tragic in some way), as most of you know - "rare" and not so many people in their entire lives ended up with that special FIRST LOVE. This kind of sadness immediatelly sets them to search God, which then brings them into the whole new experience. That's why I am saying Gibran is reflection of those whose main theme in life is about love. Highly spiritual people could not be that connected with Source - if they haven't lost something and suffered in some way.
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there are some people , may be as you described them Highly spiritual people , they have a great heart and huge amount of love , their love can not be devoted by humans ,,this great love can be only devoted by God,nature,path of good or any other values in our lives.
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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Sadeeqy: [QB] When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
i love khalil gibran poetry.....its nice poetry express our emotions.. i have read most of his poetry..i still keep every word in my mind ..he described our first panifull love....he described those peoples whose main aim in life to search for love....sensitive spiritual peoples..he dscribe the love and the emotions which is rare to find , describe the spiritual peoples who lost something and suffered to be such spiritual peoples....
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