Speaking of Love

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, direct 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 sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

What is TIME

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness.

And knows that yesterday is but to-day's memory and to-morrow it to-day's dream.

And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of the first moment which scattered the stars into space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, through boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons.

And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.