Saturday, 21 March 2015

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself.

I Am here right now, right in this place and right in this space. There is no other place I would rather be. No matter what's happening in my life. No matter what's happening in my country. No matter what's happening in the world. I Am here right now and there is no other place I would rather be. 

The whole world stands on the threshold of major changes which are taking place right now. Impurity in every form be it greed, anger, lust, war, etc.etc. are becoming transparent.  The whole world is affected. The whole world is getting a makeover. What affects one, affects all. I am reminded of one of my most favored poems by Khalil Gibran that perfectly expresses in such magnificent poetry how Love encapsulates the Soul and what Love does when one responds to the call of Love. Unconsciously, at the Soul level, we have each beckoned Love to come and heal us. And that is what is happening right now. We are each being healed by a Love that is beyond our human understanding.  I Am here very present in this moment of great healing.



Kahlil Gibran on Love

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.

In Love!
 L

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