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Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face.
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 believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Work is love made visible.
And how shall you punish those whose remorse is already greater than their misdeeds?
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
Say not, “I have found the truth,” but rather, “I have found a truth.”
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
You are good when you strive to give of yourself. Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.
Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping. Even those who limp go not backward. But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.
beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined. Is it not your breath that has erected and hardened the structure of your bones?
And if you could hear the whispering of the dream you would hear no other sound.
