When love calls you, follow him, despite the steep winding road.
And when his wings merangkummu, pasrahlah and surrender,
though the sword hidden in between the wing was hurt.
And if she talks to you, believe me, even though his words interrupted dream,
like a north wind rifling through landscaping.
For as love memahkotaimu, demikuan did he crucify you.
For the sake of your growth, as well as also for the sake of pemangkasanmu.
As he was rising, kissed the tops of ketinggianmu,
tenderly caressing the softest twigs which tremble in the sunlight,
so did he menghunjam to the bottom akarmu,
ikatanmu shake of the ground.
Like a grain of wheat you reach, you get plain nude ditumbuknya,
diketamnya you, for free from your skin, rubbed, so that becomes pure white,
squeezed, squeezed into a limp material is formed,
and finally delivered to the sacred fire,
like holy bread which is dedicated to the feast of the Holy God.
Thus the character of self-love of man, so you understand the secret of the heart,
and this awareness of life make you a piece of liver.
But if the anxiety, selfhood only love and joy you seek,
it is more okay for you to cover your body, then withdrew from the board forging,
enter the world without seasons, where you can laugh, but not entirely,
where you can cry, but not after tears.
Love does not give anything, except the whole himself, fully intact.
Did not take anything, except from himself.
Love does not have or even possessed, for love is sufficient for love.
If you love, do not you say "God is in my heart,"
but should you feel, "I was in the Lord."
Love no desire other than to realize its meaning,
but if you're in love with a variety of desires,
Make it happen his way.
Melt away, flows like time,
who sings the song offerings of the night,
recognize the hurt caused by his own understanding of love,
and the blood shed by voluntary as well as joy.
Wake up at dawn at dawn with a heart as light as clouds,
grateful for a new day full of light love,
istirah in the hot afternoon peak-peak vibration contemplate love,
home in times of dusk with full gratitude in the chest cavity,
then fall asleep with a prayer for the beloved in the heart,
and a song of praise smile tugging at his lips.
Quotations about Love, from the book The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran.
And when his wings merangkummu, pasrahlah and surrender,
though the sword hidden in between the wing was hurt.
And if she talks to you, believe me, even though his words interrupted dream,
like a north wind rifling through landscaping.
For as love memahkotaimu, demikuan did he crucify you.
For the sake of your growth, as well as also for the sake of pemangkasanmu.
As he was rising, kissed the tops of ketinggianmu,
tenderly caressing the softest twigs which tremble in the sunlight,
so did he menghunjam to the bottom akarmu,
ikatanmu shake of the ground.
Like a grain of wheat you reach, you get plain nude ditumbuknya,
diketamnya you, for free from your skin, rubbed, so that becomes pure white,
squeezed, squeezed into a limp material is formed,
and finally delivered to the sacred fire,
like holy bread which is dedicated to the feast of the Holy God.
Thus the character of self-love of man, so you understand the secret of the heart,
and this awareness of life make you a piece of liver.
But if the anxiety, selfhood only love and joy you seek,
it is more okay for you to cover your body, then withdrew from the board forging,
enter the world without seasons, where you can laugh, but not entirely,
where you can cry, but not after tears.
Love does not give anything, except the whole himself, fully intact.
Did not take anything, except from himself.
Love does not have or even possessed, for love is sufficient for love.
If you love, do not you say "God is in my heart,"
but should you feel, "I was in the Lord."
Love no desire other than to realize its meaning,
but if you're in love with a variety of desires,
Make it happen his way.
Melt away, flows like time,
who sings the song offerings of the night,
recognize the hurt caused by his own understanding of love,
and the blood shed by voluntary as well as joy.
Wake up at dawn at dawn with a heart as light as clouds,
grateful for a new day full of light love,
istirah in the hot afternoon peak-peak vibration contemplate love,
home in times of dusk with full gratitude in the chest cavity,
then fall asleep with a prayer for the beloved in the heart,
and a song of praise smile tugging at his lips.
Quotations about Love, from the book The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran.
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