Prophecies of Earthly Hungers

Love has no other desire but to fulfill 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 its 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.







Words: Kahlil Gibran on Love, from The Prophet
Images: Megan Diddie