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Monday, September 29, 2008
Kahlil Gibran On Love.
Excerpt from the Prophet.
Then it was said, Speak to us of Love.
And the prophet 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 easily 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 sifts you free from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness and kneads you until you
are pliant.
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you
may become bread of the 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.
Think not you can direct the course of love, for love,
if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love give naught but of itself, and takes naught but
from itself.
Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed;
for love is sufficient unto itself.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
When you love, 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
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 mediate love?s ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with gratitude;
and then to sleep with a prayer for your beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Then it was said, Speak to us of Love.
And the prophet 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 easily 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 sifts you free from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness and kneads you until you
are pliant.
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you
may become bread of the 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.
Think not you can direct the course of love, for love,
if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love give naught but of itself, and takes naught but
from itself.
Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed;
for love is sufficient unto itself.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
When you love, 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
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 mediate love?s ecstasy;
to return home at eventide with gratitude;
and then to sleep with a prayer for your beloved in
your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
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