Love - Overrated?

Love

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
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 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.

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, 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.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran

Work

I just came out of the team meeting. It had been cancelled twice since everybody was busy with their own activities i.e : meeting the customers, de tour to somewhere else on the way to meeting, calling in sick etc. We finally managed to attend the meeting though I was like 15mins late. It all started with my- so- called -helper- who- keeps- sending-emails -with -lots- of -grammatical- errors (which I cannot tolerate any longer) had made an appointment with the subcon.I was not aware of his appointment with them and what made it worst? He pretended that he knew everything but he wasn't and I ended up having to explain everything to them. The frosting on the cake? My team mates let me sat next to my boss which meant that I would have to nod and to show lots of interest though the agendas were mainly shite. The boss wished us Happy New Year then the resolutions and objectives of the team. He then appointed some of us to lead a weekly meeting which I supposed was unnecessary since we always have discussion over coffee at 4pm daily hahaha. The assignment for the next meeting : a 300 words essay on our objectives and missions for 2007. Interesting huh? Now would anybody want to volunteer to do my part? LOL

Books

Am reading 3 books simultaneously - purification of heart, lissey's story and american gods. The last book that I read from Stephen King was black house. Lissey's story very much reminded me why I fell in love with his writing when i was in form 1. get a copy of the comic tragedy or the tragedy comic by neil gaiman i suppose you'll be hooked with his writing.

Life

Nothing much going on