oN LoVe

August 10, 2006

From The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

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.