Lemonade has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you make lemonade and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of lemonade;
and to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of lemonade making;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate lemonade’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the lemonade in your heart
and a song of praise on your lips.

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