sri chinmoylove is not a thing to understand
love is not a thing to feel
love is not a thing to give and receive
love is a thing only to become
and eternally be
il est de ces instants benis
qui nous marquent toute une vie
et que l'on vit qu'une fois
il est de ces instants benis
qui valent bien mieux qu'une vie
et que jamais on n'oubliera
alain barriere 'qu'elle disait'
maya angelou - touched by an angel
we, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight to liberate us into life.
love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
we are weaned from our timidity
in the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
and suddenly we see that love
costs all we are and will ever be.
yet it is only love
which sets us free.
begin van de zomer
de pimpelmeesjes zijn uitgevlogen:
voorzichtig, vrij de ruimte in
waar is mijn speelse onbevangenheid
om onbezorgd en vrij in het leven te staan?
margaret atwood
love
then there is the two of us - this word
is far too short for us, it has only
four letters, too sparse to fill those deep bare
vacuums between the stars that press on us with their deafness.
it's not love we don't wish to fall into, but that fear.
this word is not enough but it will have to do. it's a single
vowel in this metallic silence, a mouth that says
oh again and again in wonder and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside.
you can hold on or let go.