Yella wrote:rice, I wish I could advise you. My heart has been broken so many time it is now pure gristle. But those times generated some of my best poems. I was introduced to Kahlil Gibran when my first marriage fell apart. She was my first love and what happened seemed impossible at the time. How could this be? I was sick with misery. A lady I knew gave me a copy of "The Prophet"and told me it held all the answers to human emotion.
Selections from the Poetry of Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet
Joy and Sorrow
THEN a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter
rises was oftentimes filled with yourtears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your
being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very
cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes yourspirit,
the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart
and you shall find it is only thatwhich has given
you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow,"
and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with
you at your board, remember that the other is
asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales
between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at
standstill and balanced.
The mystique of Gibran is not for everyone but I think it may be for you.
Good AND interesting choice, yeller. Thank you. I own two copies of _The Prophet_. One is a first addition from which
On Marriage was read during my wedding ceremony (below). I keep that one protected, and I read and re-read the other copy.
On Marriage Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when 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.
--Kahlil Gibran
_The Prophet_