For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your prunning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to yuor roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He treshes 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 epace and love's pleasure,
Then it's 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 your laughter, weep, but not all 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,"God is in my heart," but rather,"I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil it self.
But if you love an dmust needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed wilingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstacy:
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and song of praise upon your lips.