The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran

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    The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran

    On Love

    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, for 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.


    On Freedom

    AND an orator said, Speak to us of Freedom.
    And he answered:

    At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate
    yourself and worship your own freedom,

    Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise
    him though he slays them.

    Aye, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel

    I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a
    yoke and a handcuff.

    And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when
    even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you,
    and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a
    fulfillment.

    You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a
    care nor your nights without a want and a grief,

    But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise
    above them naked and unbound.

    And how shall you rise beyond your days and nights unless
    you break the chains which you at the dawn of your understanding
    have fastened around your noon hour?

    In truth that which you call freedom is the strongest of these
    chains, though its links glitter in the sun and dazzle your eyes.

    And what is it but fragments of your own self you would discard
    that you may become free?

    If it is an unjust law you would abolish, that law was written
    with your own hand upon your own forehead.

    You cannot erase it by burning your law books nor by washing
    the foreheads of your judges, though you pour the sea upon
    them.

    And if it is a despot you would dethrone, see first that his
    throne erected within you is destroyed.

    For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a
    tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride?

    And if it is a care you would cast off, that care has been
    chosen by you rather than imposed upon you.

    And if it is a fear you would dispel, the seat of that fear is in
    your heart and not in the hand of the feared.

    Verily all things move within your being in constant half embrace,
    the desired and the dreaded, the repugnant and the
    cherished, the pursued and that which you would escape.
    These things move within you as lights and shadows in pairs
    that cling.

    And when the shadow fades and is no more, the light that
    lingers becomes a shadow to another light.
    And thus your freedom when it loses its fetters becomes itself
    the fetter of a greater freedom.

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