illiassine
Morocco
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When love you sign, follow. Although his ways are hard and tough. And when its wings surround you, give him. Although the blade hidden among its feathers can hurt you. And when it speaks to you, believe in him. Although his voice can break your dreams as the northerly wind rips your gardens. For just as the love you crown, it should crucify you. Just as you grow, you élague. Just as it is your height and caresses your most delicate branches that quiver in the sun, So it down to your roots and shake their grip on the land. Like sheaves of wheat, it gathers in him. You bat for you to expose. You tamise to unchain yourself from your bark. It crushes you to whiteness. He kneads you until you make it flexible. And then it exposes you to his sacred fire, so that you may become sacred bread feast of the sanctity of God. All these things, the love you carry on so that you can learn the secrets of your heart, and that knowledge become a parcel of the heart of Life. But if, in your understanding, do you want that peace of love and pleasure of love. So it is better to cover your nakedness and leave the field where love you reap, For the world without rirez seasons where you, but your point of laughter, and pleurerez you, but your point of tears. The love is for himself, and takes only about himself. Love does not have, nor does it want to be possessed. For the love enough to love. When you love, you should not say, "God is in my heart", but rather, "I am in the heart of God." And do not think you can change the course of love for love, if you are worthy, directs your course. Love has no desire and fulfillment. But if you like and that your needs have desires, they are as follows: Melting and casting as the brook that sings its melody to the night. Knowing the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And bleed willingly and with joy. Waking up at dawn with a heart ready to fly and give thanks for another day of love; To rest in the middle of the day and meditate on the ecstasy of love; Back in his home at dusk with gratitude; And then sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.
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