By Elsa Barker
He who knows Love—becomes Love, and his eyes
Behold Love in the heart of everyone,
Even the loveless: as the light of the sun
Is one with all it touches. He is wise
With undivided wisdom, for he lies
In Wisdom’s arms. His wanderings are done,
For he has found the Source whence all things run—
The guerdon of the quest, that satisfies.
He who knows Love becomes Love, and he knows
All beings are himself, twin-born of Love.
Melted in Love’s own fire, his spirit flows
Into all earthly forms, below, above;
He is the breath and glamour of the rose,
He is the benediction of the dove.
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PIANTO
Più bello il fiore cui la pioggia estiva/
lascia una stilla dove il sol si frange;/
più bello il bacio che d'un raggio avviva/
occhio che piange.
(TEAR
More beautiful is the flower where the summer rain/
leaves a drop where the sun breaks up:/
more beautiful is the kiss that in one sunbeam enlivens/
a weeping eye)
(it is a poetry by Giovanni Pascoli, forgive my grotesque translation)
That is beautful, I love it, thanks.
seems like a good translation to me.
Did you like the poem I found - Like the idea -
"He who knows Love becomes Love, and he knows
All beings are himself, twin-born of Love"
Feels warm and reassuring and great - will try to feel this today as I go about my buisness
Sure, I did like the idea, I felt the sensation that you've just described.
And, above all, I really belive in it.
do you?
Yes I believe it. Living and feeling it is something else. Sometimes i meet people that seem to be this way and it is amazing, but I then thin I can never be like that.
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