Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Heartsick, heartbroken—To know love is to know pain.What could be more common?Even so, each broken heart is so singularThat with it we probe the divine.

Heartsick, heartbroken—
To know love is to know pain.
What could be more common?
Even so, each broken heart is so singular
That with it we probe the divine.

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

If your heart is in love, you can do anything.