khalil gibran writes,

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.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.                              He threshes you to make you naked.                                                   He sifts you to free you from your husks.                                             He grinds you to whiteness.                                                                 He kneads you until you are pliant;                                                   And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

I say this,

What love is to me now is a shedding of everything I thought I knew about the world with no discrepancy between what I know, what I knew and what I will know. It is this branch to the outside world, learning to move this way and that without getting caught. I'm giving in to the process, watching myself become whole because I always was, I was simply afraid to witness my whole self.

I love myself to do this. I want my life. I want peace. I want to think the thoughts that will bring me home.