Then Love came after me, filled with goodness, Love who had so often driven me mad and at last killed me...and she said:Beloved, what do you want from me?
I contain all that was, and that is, and that shall be,
I am filled with the all.
Take of me all you please -
If you want all of myself, I'll not say no.
Tell me, beloved, what do you want of me -
I am Love, filled with the all:
what you want
we want, beloved -
tell us your desire
nakedly.
from 'Le mirouer des simples ames anienties et qui seulement demourent en vouloir et desir d'Amour' by Marguerite Porete
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