逍遥右脑 2018-10-10 11:02
Don't wait for a smile to be nice.
Don't wait to be loved, to love.
Don't wait to be lonely, to recognize the value of a friend.
Don't wait for the best job, to begin to work.
Don't wait to have a lot, to share a bit.
Don't wait for the fall, to remember the advice.
Don't wait for pain, to believe in prayer.
Don't wait to have time, to be able to serve.
Don't wait for anybody else to have pain, to ask for apologies...
Don’t wait until you break up, to be a good person.
Don't wait... Because you don't know how long it will take.
Love is like the wild rose briar. Friendship like the holly tree.
The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms. But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild rose briar is sweet in the spring. Its summer blossoms scent the art;
Yet wait till winter comes again. And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose wreath now. And deck thee with the holly's sheen.
That when December blights thy brow. He may still leave thy garland green.
Then said Almtra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
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 is 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.