Your Friend

Your friend is your needs answered, your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving, your board, and your fireside. The bard that plays your favourite songs in the summer, the vine that offers you a drink to quench your thirst in the spring, and the blanket that shields you from the harsh cold of the winter.

For without words in friendship, all thoughts, desires and expectations are born and shared with unacclaimed joy. And with words in friendship, all thoughts and desires and expectations are communicated with brutal and raw passion.

When you part, grieve not; for that which you love most may be clearer in absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain. When you return after a while, let the absence make the heart grow fonder and the joy of sight return the peace of the mind.

Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit and the exaltation of the soul. Seek your friend always with hours to live. For it is your friend to fill your need, but not your emptiness. For emptiness of the world will make you empty further still.

In the sweetness of friendship, let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little moments, the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. And let your friend be your friend.