Just Some Thoughts on Love and Deity

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<center>I cannot teach you how to pray in words.

God listens not to your words save when he himself utters them through your lips.

And I cannot teach you the prayer of the seas and the forests and the mountains.

But you who are born of the mountains and the forests and the seas can find their prayers in your heart.

- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923</center>

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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 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 into 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.

- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923</center>

Comments

[khalisfyre.livejournal.com]

Thank you for this. It was truly moving for me. *hug*

[akiima.livejournal.com]

Little Gods I wish you were not so much older than I.

I've been looking for who and what you are, and I know why you feel like a bug under a microscope. Four weeks of constant online searching and I finally find one like you, and you're too old and it's far, far too late.

There are times when the cosmic game gets beyond tiresome, and the question "why" has so many echos in your head it's not worth asking anymore.

I'm sorry to have bothered you, and to have invaded your privacy.

I only wish you were still in your teens.