Wednesday, May 5, 2010


If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, 
but have not love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 
If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, 
and if I have a faith that can move mountains, 
but have not love, 
I am nothing. 
If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,
but have not love,
I gain nothing.
 Love is patient, 
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast, 
it is not proud. 
It is not rude,
it is not self-seeking, 
it is not easily angered, 
it keeps no record of wrongs. 
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 
It always protects, 
always trusts, 
always hopes, 
always perseveres.
Love never fails. 
But where there are prophecies, 
they will cease;
where there are tongues,
they will be stilled;
where there is knowledge, 
it will pass away. 
For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 
but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 
When I was a child, 
I talked like a child,
I thought like a child, 
I reasoned like a child. 
When I became a man,
I put childish ways behind me. 
Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;
then we shall see face to face. 
Now I know in part; 
then I shall know fully, 
even as I am fully known.
 And now these three remain
faith, hope and love. 
But the greatest of these is love. 

Corinthians 13


Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs 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 loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

 ~Kahlil Gibran~


 Whispers of the Beloved

I cannot sleep in your presence.
In your absence, tears prevent me.
You watch me My Beloved
On each sleepless night and
Only You see the difference

Looking at my life
I see that only Love
Has been my soul’s companion
From deep inside
My soul cries out:
Do not wait, surrender
For the sake of Love.

If you can’t smell the fragrance
Don’t come into the garden of Love.
If you’re unwilling to undress
Don’t enter into the stream of Truth.
Stay where you are.
Don’t come our way.

All year round the lover is mad,
Unkempt, lovesick and in disgrace.
Without love there is nothing but grief.
In love… what else matters?

Love is our Mother and
The way of our Prophet.
Yet it is in our nature
To fight with Love.
We can’t see you, mother,
Hidden behind dark veils
Woven by ourselves.

Do you want to enter paradise?
To walk the path of Truth
You need the grace of God.
We all face death in the end.
But on the way, be careful
Never to hurt a human heart!

Do you know what the music is saying?
“Come follow me and you will find the way.
Your mistakes can also lead you to the Truth.
When you ask, the answer will be given.”

The Master who’s full of sweetness
Is so drunk with love, he’s oblivious.
“Will you give me
some of your sweetness?”
“I have none,” he says,
unaware of his richness.

You know what love is?
It is all kindness, generosity.
Disharmony prevails when
You confuse lust with love, while
The distance between the two
Is endless.

~Rumi ~


Elizabeth said...

One never tires of those quotes -- thank you for posting them! And that header photo is spectacular. I just love it --

Sara Louise said...

These quotes have made me all warm and nice inside. Love the black and white photo :-)

Caroline of Salsa Pie said...

Simply beautiful.

Ellen said...

Thank you Elizabeth about my header...I took that at Ocean Beach SF awhile back after a rainy day...

We all need to read Love Poems...fills us with hope and desire.


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