Sunday, November 30, 2008

detox

detoxify yourself, love, detoxify yourself,
from the illusion of love detox.
from the contusion that love unrequited may bring,
sleep until spring, if you must.
that times were good, you should soon forget,
for remembering leads to great sorrow.
that you soon may forget gives birth to new hope,
yes, TRUE LOVE is discovered tomorrow.
and if not tomorrow, true love then please sleep,
so that i may forego desire to weep.
and if i weep, Dear Lord, may you cleanse
desire to love again this one man.
so, detoxify yourself, love, detoxify yourself,
from the illusion of love detox.
Remedy, i beg thee, reveal unto me
the key that i need to detox.


.......
tears...too..many..please.go.away.
tears.toomany....please...goaway.
tearstoo.many....pleasegoaway.
tearstoomany.please..go...away.
tears...too..many..pleasegoaway.
tears.toomany.please.go.away...
tearstoomanyplease.goaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tearstoomanypleasegoaway.
tears
too
many
please
goaway.....

unless,
you're tears of joy,
then. by all means. stay.
----

"Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

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

Like sheaves of corn
he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you
to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread
for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge
become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear
you would seek only love's peace
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 itself
and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not
nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love."

--Khalil Gibran

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