That's the only way I remember the day ... here a flower, there a butterfly there a bird ...
Along with the song of my dear poet, enjoy the moments of life.
This is a song by Khalil Džubran .. My favorite poet...
THE GARDEN OF THE PROPHET
When love calls you, follow her,
Although her paths are difficult and steep.
And when her wings embrace you,
surrender to her,
Although you sword, hidden among
feathers on her, can hurt.
And when she speaks to you, believe her,
Although her voice can ruin your dreams,
k o what the northerner ravaged the garden.
Because, just as he crowns you,
love will crucify you.
Just as it encourages you to grow,
it will also paint you.
As he ascends to your heights and caresses you
twigs the thinnest that flicker in the sun,
So it will go down to your roots and shake it in
its adherence to the ground.
Like a sheaf of wheat,
he will gather you into his arms.
She will beat you to strip you naked.
She'll sift you to get you out of the weeds.
It will grind you to whiteness.
It will mix you until you become flexible.
And then he will expose you to his holy fire,
so that you become holy bread for the holy feast of God.
All this love will do to you,
lest you know the secrets of your heart
and in cognition he became a part of the heart of Life.
If, on the other hand, you seek in your fear
only love peace and contentment,
Then it is better for you to cover your nakedness,
and you leave the threshing floor of love,
In a world that knows no seasons where you will laugh,
but not with the fullness of his laughter and crying, but not until his last tear.
Love gives nothing but itself and takes nothing but itself.
Love does not possess, nor does it allow to possess it;
Because love is enough love.
When you love, you don't have to say, "God is in my heart,"
but, "I am in the heart of God."
And don't think you can direct the paths of love,
for love, if you make yourself worthy of it, will direct your ways.
Love has no other desires than to be fulfilled.
But if you love and you still have to,
let these be your wishes:
To melt and be like a playful stream what
sings its melody of the night.
To realize the pain of too much tenderness.
And to bleed dearly and joyfully.
To wake up at dawn with a winged heart and
send a thank you note for another day of love;
To start in the afternoon
and you think of a love affair; To return home in the evening with gratitude,
And then to fall asleep with a prayer for a loved one in your heart
and a song of celebration on the lips…
My source
https://livano85.blogspot.com/2015/10/halil-dzubran-prorokov-vrt.html?m=1
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