A Love Like That
Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,
“You owe me.”
Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.
~ Hafiz
Version by Daniel Ladinsky
A Love Like That
Love
Again and Again
[Again and again, however we know the landscape of love]
By Rainer Maria Rilke
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
From Ahead of All Parting:
The Selected Poetry and Prose of Rainer Maria Rilke
Edited and Translated by Stephen Mitchell
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Heartfelt Prayer
Heartfelt Prayer
Start each day with a heartfelt prayer that reaffirms your intention to always act with compassion and love.
~ Lama Surya Das
Joy is a Light
Joy is a Light
Joy seems to me a step beyond
happiness – happiness is a sort
of atmosphere you can live in
sometimes, when you’re lucky.
Joy is a light that fills you with
hope and faith and love.
~ Adela Rogers St. Johns
Circle of Time
Circle of Time
Step out of the circle of time
And into the circle of love.
-Rumi
Love after love
By Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
Time and Space
by T.S. Eliot
“If Time and Space, as sages say,
Are things which cannot be,
The sun which does not feel decay
No greater is than we.
So why, Love, should we ever pray
To live a century?
The butterfly that lives a day
Has lived eternity.
The flowers I gave thee when the dew
Was trembling on the vine,
Were withered ere the wild bee flew
To suck the eglantine,
So let us haste to pluck anew
Nor mourn to see them pine,
And though our days of love be few
Yet let them be divine.”