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>Every angel is terrifying. And yet, alas, I invoke you


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 pinionsmay
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 cling 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.And think not you can
direct 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 most 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.




the present never ages.
each moment is like a snowflake.
unique. unspoiled. unreapeatable.
and can be appreciated in its surprisingness. - gail sheehy




ich weiss jetzt was kein engel weiss

als das kind war - 

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nn - playing with diamonds. sinbad the sailor gave them to me!!