my archive of thoughts…

i don’t even know how to begin this….

i love your honesty and your loyalty.

i admire your caring attitude and your great concern for me and even my friends. i am totally amazed at how you care for your friends and your loved ones… you spoil them even at your expense…

i miss how i can totally talk to you and never be misjudged and criticized… no matter how stupid and absurd i may sound… yet you still listen with all your heart…

i enjoy your childlike attitude and your hearty laughs… your goofy character… your smile that never failed to make my days bright..

i miss watching you dance with all your might or sing with all your heart…

indeed you love me and care for me for all that i am…

yet, i am letting you go…

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 sheavers of corn he gathers you unto himself.

he threshes you to make you naked.

he shifts 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.

for 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 posseses not nor wuld it be possesed;

for love is sufficient unto itself.

love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

but if you love and must needs have desire, let these be your desires:

to melt and be like a running brook that sing 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 at love’s ecstacy;

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.

                                                                              THE PROPHET by Kahlil Gibran