"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."
The last paragraph melted me. Hit me right to the core because I have experienced laughing all of my laughter and weeping all of my tears. I have seen and felt the edge of happiness and sadness, when the world stops and your eyes betray you, when the world stops and the two of you are the only ones alive in this surreal magical moment. We have fought with weapons sharper than swords, with words louder than thunders that break through lovers. Yet, after all, I still long the other's arms.
But in the midst of picking up one's broken pieces, I'll still look for you.