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"The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran
“The Prophet†by kahlil Gibran was originally published in 1923. It has since become a spiritual classic and for many years now a firm favourite of mine!
"The Prophet is told in the form of a story with the finest interlace of deeply inspirational poetry.
Almustafa approaches the dawning of the ultimate spiritual liberation. As an instrument for divine expression he turns a mirror back upon the journey of human life from birth until death, inviting acceptance of all things, deeming both joy and pain of equal merit during the journey back to the source. In fact if he were to feel pain, he would welcome it with open arms counting it a blessing and opportunity to realise that he is not that pain, he is infact beyond all of it.
Gibran masterfully uses words to signpost the way to that which is through and beyond all words or comprehension. With artful poetic symbology he articulates the silent, boundless, nameless gift of profound inner peace inherent within us all.
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"The Prophet" - Kahlil Gibran
And then a scholar said, Speak of Talking.
And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.
The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.
And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.
And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered when the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more."
Love gives nothing but itself
"Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
"And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the
secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love 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 love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude,
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."
Kahlil Gibran
Out of suffering have
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
Kahlil Gibran
sorry
oh darn. The Gibran quote I thought was going to be my 'signature'. Unfortunately I have messed up and it is appearing as a comment in various places. lol I am so sorry.
Its no problem!
Hi Jessica,
Its no problem. Its such a good quote, maybe its meant to be posted in three places!
Chris
Cool
I thankyou. I am trying to find my way around your site. Some wonderful reading in here.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell...
Great quote Jessica... wonderful to find someone else who appreciates the amazing qualities of Kahlil Gibran
Glad to hear that you are enjoying the site.
Here is one of my favourites... one that has been particularly close to me over the past years.
"Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief."
~ Kahlil Gibran