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On
Love
by Raymond Lully [Raymondus
Lullus]
Long and perilous are the paths by where the
Lover seeks the Beloved. They are peopled by cares,
sighs and tears. They are lit up by love.
Between Hope and Fear, Love made her home. She
lives on thought, and when she is forgotten, dies.
So unlike the pleasures of this world are their
foundations.
There was a contention between the eyes and the
memory of the Lover. For the eyes said that it was
better to see the Beloved than to remember Him. But
Memory said that remembering brings tears to the
eyes, and makes the heart to burn with love.
The Lover asked the Understanding and the Will
which of them was the nearer to his Beloved. And
the two ran, and the Understanding came nearer to
the Beloved than did the Will.
The keys of the gate of love are gilded with
cares and desires, sighs and tears; the cord which
binds them is woven of conscience, devotion,
contrition and atonement; the door is kept by
justice and mercy.
The path of love is both long and short. For
love is clear, pure, and bright, subtle, yet
simple, strong, diligent, brilliant, and abounding
both in fresh thoughts and old memories.
"What meanest thou by love?" said the Beloved.
And the Lover answered "It is to bear on one's
heart the sacred marks and the sweet words of the
Beloved. It is to long for Him with desire and with
tears. It is boldness. It is fervor. It is fear. it
is the desire for the Beloved above all things. It
is that which causes the Lover to grow faint when
he hears the Beloved's praises. It is that in which
I die and in which is all my will."
Excerpted from The Book of
the Lover and the Beloved, by Raymond
Lully
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