Love; thorn
in the brier
strand;
hypodermic
in its kisses'
sting-
the breath
of life in
the brittle
womb;
soft succor,
the shoots of
Spring: Peace
in the needles
bite.
In order for one to love fully, one must be willing to sacrifice fully; in order to gain everything, one must first lose everything. When one can look upon the world, its joys and sorrows alike, and see in all Love, and recognize it in love, then will the ordeal be complete, the sacrifice concluded; and peace and love and joy will all be yours, and wisdom
shall reign in your heart.