“They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.”
William Shakespeare.
Love’s ways are hard and steep, but follow it when it beckons to you. The sword hidden among its pinions may wound you, but yield to it when its wings enfold you. Its voice may shatter your dreams, but believe it when it speaks to you.
Melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. Know the pain of tenderness and be wounded by your own understanding of love.
Bleed willingly and joyfully.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks to another day of loving.
Rest and meditate love’s ecstasy, sleep with a prayer for your beloved in your heart, and live your love once again.
When I sit down to write about love, more than ever in life, I feel the futility of words.
It seems ages now that words have faded into oblivion and transformed into images, images which speak of love, a love whose divinity has surfaced every other thing, a love which has transpired silence; a profound silence which delves deep into the existence of the world and gives life to this universe.
We are the treasured children of Almighty- He created us for love, for tenderness and soothing, for benevolence and anodyne. We were born together and together we shall be evermore. Together we shall be when the white wings of death scatter our days. Together we shall be in the silent memory of the Lord.
The wings of heaven will blow for us and the stars and constellations will dance between us.
It’s the beginning of a new earth; a new world has born with the birth of a love- so profound, so kosher, a love whose existence gives life to this age-old universe...
