If you love, you will know that
and everything ends, and there is a time for beginning
there is a time for ending,
and there is no wound in it.
One is not
wounded, one simply knows the season is over.
One is not in despair, one
and one thanks the other: "You gave me
beautiful gifts. You gave me
new visions of life, you opened a few windows I
might never have opened on my own.
Now the time has come that we separate and
our ways part."
Not in anger, not in rage, not with a grudge,
not with any
complaint, but with tremendous gratitude,
with great love, with thankfulness in
If you know how to love, you will know how to separate.