Tuesday, January 25, 2011

On Loving

I've been thinking about love lately.  (Can you tell?) 

In my wild child, hippie chick youth I read Atlas Shrugged and Kahlil Gibran and all the Herman Hesse books and Anais Nin (great erotica).  I loved Kahlil Gibran.  Sometimes I'm not really sure what I think about love, it's a pretty confusing emotion, but I do like that his writings make you think hard and they are poetic and quite beautiful.  I believe any true romantic would appreciate the writing.

An exerpt:

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.

Pretty stuff, isn't it?

May your day be peaceful and your heart filled with love.

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