We have not come here to take prisoners,
But to surrender ever more deeply
To freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
To hold ourselves hostage from love.
Run my dear,
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
We have a duty to befriend
Those aspects of obedience
That stand outside of our house
And shout to our reason
"O please, O please,
Come out and play.
" For we have not come here to take prisoners
Or to confine our wondrous spirits,
But to experience ever and ever more deeply
Our divine courage, freedom andLight!
My heart telles me
My heart tells me it is distressed with Him,
but I can only laugh at such pretended injuries.
Be fair, You who are the Glory of the just.
You, Soul, free of "we" and "I,"
subtle spirit within each man and woman.
When a man and a woman become one,
that "one" is You.
And when that one is obliterated, there You are.
Where is this "we" and this "I"?
By the side of the Beloved.
You made this "we" and this "I"
in order that you might play
this game of courtship with Yourself,
that all "you's" and "I's" might become one soul
and finally drown in the Beloved.
All this is true. Come!
You who are the Creative Word: Be
You, so far beyond description.
Is it possible for the bodily eyes to see You?
Can thought comprehend Your laughter or grief?
Tell me now, can it possibly see You at all?
Such a heart has only borrowed things to live with.
The garden of love is green without limit
and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy.
Love is beyond either condition:
without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
by Luna Lovegood
Happy are those who knew how to truly feel
What makes us human?
Is it our ability to reason?
Is it our ability to solve problems,
or our ability to protect ourselves?
I dare say it is our vulnerabilities
Our imperfections, the finiteness of life
Struck me, wound me and I bleed.
Take a blow and I feel pain.
Take away my hope and I cry.
I recognize your presence and learn how to love
Take it away and I yearn.
Isolate me and I feel sorrow.
I am not forever.
Even my bones will become dust and
soon will be nothing more.
My heart beats are numbered.
Death awaits me.
But I love and, and my soul becomes forever.
But I hope, and rain comes to the desert.
But I dream, and you and I become the universe.
I knew and felt love.
I am liberated from finiteness and death.
All because we are human
seeking the devine.
Isabel Guerra painting
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely
to seek and find all the barriers within yourself
that you have built against it.