Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
It is the bitter potion by which you heals yourself, so drink the remedy.
They say that if one understands himself, he understands all people.
But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.
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.
You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore
but let there be spaces in your togetherness.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and
we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.
When you are the flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
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