草木芊芊

       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 .belive in him .thought his .voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

        For even as love crowns you so shall he orucify 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 our roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth .

        But if. in your fear ,you would seek only love's speace 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 it self and takes naught but from itself.Love possesses not .nor would it be possessed for love is sufficient unto love.

         Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must 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 loveing.