Saturday, January 25, 2014

The Prophet



The Prophet

Kahlil Gibran




Marriage


You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.


You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.


Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.


But let there be spaces in your togetherness.


And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.


Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.


Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.


Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.


Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.


Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.


Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.


And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.



Children


Your children are not your children.


They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.


They come through you but not from you.


And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.


You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts.


You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.


You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.


You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.



Giving


You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give…


It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;…


You often say, “ I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream…


See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life—while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.



Work with Love


It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.


It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.


It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.


Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “ He who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is nobler than he who ploughs the soil. “ And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”


But I say, not in sleep, but in the overwakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;


And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving…


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