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| Thank you for visiting my profile. Please read all of it if you are going to message me. If you dont, I will know, for there is a keyword hidden in there. All messages to me that do not start with this keyword will be deleted and not responded to:
"FACT, Fakes DONT cam" - If you cannot verify yourself via cam for just one quick second before we meet in real, then dont even bother sending me a message"
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
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 his pleasure.
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 your Master’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.
When you love you should not say, "I am in my Master’s heart," but rather, My Master is in my heart."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil 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 for your Master.
To know the pain of too much tenderness from your Master.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love for your Master;
And to suffer willingly and joyfully for your Master.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving your Master; (keyword "please"
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy for your Master;
To return home at eventide with gratitude for your Master;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips for your Master.
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