JOURNEY INTO YOUR IMAGINATION...
I'd like to meet:
How often you have sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind. 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. All of 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 it is 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 you 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. 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 fullfill 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 it's 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 ecstacy; 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.Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet" ~ Chapter on Love
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Music:
Massive Attack, Thievery Corporation, Zero 7, Bebel Gilberto, Cocteau Twins, 311, Bob Marley, Burning Spear, Morcheeba, Supreme Beings of Leisure, Peace Orchestra, TOOL
Movies:
Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Moulin Rouge, Baraka, Carl Sagan Cosmos, just about any IMAX film
Television:
Lost, Sopranos, Entourage, 24, Rome
Books:
The Prophet, Ishmael, Mysts of Avalon
Heroes:
Paul & Erica Borrillo of BorrilloEntertainment.com, my sweet mother, and my loving husband Narayan, without whom I would be lost.