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Monday, June 13, 2011

Love from The Prophet by Khalil Gibran

Love



Then said Almitra, "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 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, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil 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.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

undone done

i cry when i sleep
my sorrow is so stiff
no more undone
i hope i just done

i just hope
tomorrow i can be gone
and maybe i will matter
my days are done

the colors u bring
dim from daze
something cant never be
thanks for the love i will never see

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Stinky Blanket

stinky blanket
here he comes
stinky blanket
how soiled you are

stinky blanket
fabric unrecognized
look how soiled you are

stinky blanket
please do me favor
warm the husband
wherever you are

iscikedelic 3-20-2009

N.R. Hedlind

Monday, June 30, 2008

For You

afraid to ask
if what you are feeling
afraid to know
if your heart is crying

so afraid
so scared

should't be scared
if i know i can mend

what if u don't need
what ifs

have u ever felt
it's like a big scare

truth is that I
..that I
lost of words
words to comfort

if only
i will just hug
i will just kiss
then silence

truth is that I
...searching
will you ever mend?

N.Hedlind published at http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-you-106/

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

SkEptic

Love dies quick at one speak

Love vanish

When it is not watered




Who cared


Who says




The "ho" doesn't know


Who knows?




We never love


We never live




We scream....


Finding our silence.




©-iscikedelic 4-01-2008