Love

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people,
and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
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 as the north wind lays waste the garden.

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.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
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.
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, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
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.

pushing and pulling

there is one thing, and one thing only that New York City lacks, and that is an incredibly clear view of the stars.

it was a new moon this year and the perseids were pretty clear. the meteor shower was incredible. with each star dusted trail my hairs stuck up on end. almost as if the entrance of the meteorite into the earths atmosphere had a magnetic influence on the earth's natural polarity, resulting in magnetic chaos affecting each and every hair on my body. they were honestly one of the most magnificent things i have ever seen.

star gazing is a favorite past time. an activity i haven't done in months. however, for the past week, i have taken advantage of the clear skiy. the universe is incredible you know. it's like a magnetic network. yin and yang, pushing and pulling. unfortunately, we forget that attraction could not exist with out repulsion. people draw close to us, and people flee us. their responses are natural, sometimes painful, but we are all trying to find balance. for some, they will draw in and out drastically for the rest of their lives. never learning to truly love themselves, and hence, never learning to truly love others. loving oneself, i guess, in a sense, is striving for balance. energetic balance. i mean we see it all the time. over worked coorporate americans take four week vacations once every four years, and soda pop is counter balanced with chicken and hamburger meat. we all look for balance, whether we realize it or not. we are attracted to people who have traits we lack, and we grab a bag of pretzels after clearing a strawberry smoothie or candy bar. the universe is also expanding and contracting, it directs us and pushes us. however, most are too contracted or too expanded to understand the deeper meaning of it's pulling and pushing.

pushing and pulling. pushing and pulling. pulling and pushing. up and down. outward and inward. back and forth. side to side. pulling and pushing. expanding and contracting. outward and inward. adjust and readjust. inside and outside. down and up. loose and tight and pushing and pulling. outside and inside and outward and inward. right and left. left and right. pulling and pushing. attraction and repulsion. pushing and pulling. pushing and pulling and pulling and pulling and pulling. and pushing. repulsion and attraction. life is beautiful, isn't it?





a shooting star. a meteorite. a lightening bug.



and there's nothing wrong with love,
i think it's just enough to believe.

but a certain sign of grace is this,
from the broken earth flowers come up,
pushing through the dirt.

i'm looking for the one with the glass slipper.
lets rearrange.

the perseids are here. they are giving. thank you, you are my shooting star.