Mendicants for Love

We live this life for love

We suffer because love is absent in our lives

But many times we have banished it from our side

Even so , love keep coming  to us in many ways

But we are not able to perceive it..

Love is union, union of souls  and our Creator

Union through other souls

Others  that really need  us

But we refuse to give that little piece of mine

We suffer from lack of love

But we are unable to give it

Because we think and believe

Perfect love is waiting for all souls

When love is coming from inside our own hearts

Love comes to those

That simply have a willing heart

For those who have achieved inner peace

And are able to suffer for others

Love comes to those who have prepared for it We are Mendicants for Love  When we have neglected to possess it      Many times when having it next to us    We reject and despise it   Look down on those who have reached    To win a love , that has kept hope    Love is not for searching , love is   waiting for   When we have a heart capable of loving   We are not worthy of being long  And still love appears again in our lives   And again we fail to see it  Because in our weakness we've been blinded    Because we have not enough light to see the love You will crawl on the earth You will sink into the quagmire Seek the neglected Finally find  for your planting field is dry Is not fertile for such a noble seed. And drag your misery And cry a thousand times Strip you of your clothes Lose your skin, you will become dust. And so, your tears and your own dust Your sadness and suffers Fertilize your dry field To once again come to you The great hope to tell you: Come to me,  I've searched  you For centuries and always you have run away from me. And from the field of poverty We began to beg for love And they  deny it from us,  Those who are fools like us before. Those who are not able to get that fire And keep the light within themselves We have produced so much darkness around us We  have to clean our own  field You have to clean our clothes Have to clarify our waters. This suffering is scorching fire, Curing and cleaning  your soul magnifies And strengthens and makes you want to more forward It reaches the expected Who so often despised. And in your desperation You  give those you asked for and despised And desperately looking whom Miss  what we already have And believe in your repentance not deserve Thousandth of what you give and how grateful you solitude. And in that quiet solitude Hear a voice Does not come from any body Which has no sound Comes from inside, very deep inside And says, here I am, I've always been here Even though you despised me , here I was, But you did not want to feel me, and now that you open your heart Now that you open your doors to me permanently Let me to accompany you in your loneliness That never will be it anymore. And we cry  thousand times, Because we are  mendicants  for  love And do not believe our selfs  that someone we despise so many times Comes to us in that significant way To fill our world of anxieties And we will not desire for  anything else. And give yourself to him As a child to its mother And you will join him, Because you will  never want to separate  from him anymore And so you become a real lover For  his name you  will die a thousand times Nothing seems to outweigh the happiness The joy of having love. Even at the cost of death. We are the mendicants for love.