about love

i was looking through my stuff and found this excerpt from kahlil gibran's THE PROPHET. thought i'd share it with you all...

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.

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it's strange. lately i've been going through a lot of experiences that move me. not earth-shaking events, really. rather, those quiet but nevertheless significant moments that let you know there's a God watching over you.

it still rained today. rained all day, in fact. but not as hard as yesterday. slowly... but surely... maybe i'll get my glimpse of sunshine Ü