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And we meet together for a year .... Pochipoooo Vacation 2007 263

So I let these letters Gibram Khalil found in "The Prophet "....



Love Almitra
said: Talk of Love
And he raised his head, looked at the people and a stillness fell over all. Then he said with great
voice
When love beckons to you, follow him.
And when the way is hard and difficult.
And when his wings enfold you, Give yourselves. Though the sword hidden among them hurt you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him. Although his voice shatter our dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden
.
For even as love crowns you, so I crucify. As you
accretes, so I pruned. As
rises to the top and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun
and descend to your roots and shake them in an embrace with the land.
wheat sheaves As he joins you yourselves. I
tears to undress. I
looms, to free you of your coverage. I sprayed
to turn to white.
I knead, until you are flexible and docile.
And I then assigned to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast
.
All this will make love to you so that you may know the secrets of your heart and
convert you, by that knowledge, in a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear, seek only peace and pleasure of love, then, is better than cubráis your shame and turn away from their doorsteps.
Towards a world without springs where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives nothing but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor possessed.
For love is sufficient for love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather "I am in the heart
de.Dios."
And think you can not direct the course of love for him if he finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire than to perform.
But if you love and wishes should the need be, that your wishes are these:
melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
know the pain of too much tenderness.
be wounded by your own understanding of love. And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of love.
rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy. Gratefully return home at dusk.
And sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon lips.





Pochipooo ... Another clue is ... the gift that can be tender and bad .... and me ... jejejej

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