What ever happened to love?... and life ?

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. i want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.
it doesn’t interest me how old you are. i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive….
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments…..
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer…. Harper Pubs get it!

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Thought his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though his sword hidden among his pinions may wound you…. and when he speaks to you believe him. Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waist to 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 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.
And think not that you can direst the course of love, for 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 you 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 loves 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.

then well,marriage….
you were born together and together you shall be for evermore.
you shall be together when the white winds of death scatter you days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of god…. meditation.
But let their be spaces in your togetherness.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
fill each other’s cup bit drink not from one cup.
Give one another on your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of the lute and cello are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grown not in each other’s shadow.
An Oldie but a goodie….. The Prophet…. Kahlil Gibran….. Heinemann Pubs. You prob already have it just forgot where it is.