Saturday, April 05, 2008

On Love
Kahlil Gilbran

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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Gentle Spirit's comment:

This is one of my favorite excerpts from Gilbran's "The Prophet", a book I bought many years ago while still in my 20s.

I have grown into and along with this particular poem. Love has taken on so many definitions over the years and continues to teach me many things. We spend so much time "looking for love", hoping to find it, yearning to BE loved, wanting to be IN love, and ultimately finding a "forever" Love. But we miss the mark if we think of love in only its "romantic" incarnation. Love is much bigger than the limited constructs we often apply to it. Love is the expression of our core spirit and it is neither something we give or receive, but who we "are"
and why we are here. Love seeks itself and we are only the vessels that carry it. The greatest oversight we suffer from is believing that love is something we own and give to only the worthy. It is easy to love the lovable. It is more important to love the unlovable.