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
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
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.
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