Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
By : Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Who among you would not forsake your father and your mother
and your home if the girl whom your heart loved were to call to him?
Who among you would not cross the seas, traverse deserts,
go over mountains and valleys to reach the woman whom his spirit has chosen?
What youth would not follow his heart to the ends of the earth
to breathe the sweetness of his lover’s breath, feel the soft touch of her hands,
delight in the melody of her voice?
What man would not immolate his soul
that its smoke might rise to a god who would hear his plea
and answer his prayer?
By : Kahlil Gibran
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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.
By : Kahlil Gibran
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It enables us
to perceive life
as a beautiful dream
between one awakening
and another.
By : kahlil Gibran
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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.
By : Kahlik Gibran
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My dreams came true, when i found you
I found you, my miracle…
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As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the
poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water,
and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life;
like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from
hunger amid heaps of gold.
Before my eyes I saw the cage turned suddenly into a human
skeleton, and the dead bird into a man’s heart which was
bleeding from a deep wound that looked like the lips of a
sorrowing woman. A voice came from that wound saying, “I
am the human heart, prisoner of substance and victim of
earthly laws.
“In God’s field of Beauty, at the edge of the stream of
life, I was imprisoned in the cage of laws made by man.
“In the center of beautiful Creation I died neglected
because I was kept from enjoying the freedom of God’s
bounty.
“Everything of beauty that awakens my love and desire
is a disgrace, according to man’s conceptions; everything
of goodness that I crace is but naught, according to
his judgment.
“I am the lost human heart, imprisoned in the foul
dungeon of man’s dictates, tied with chains of earthly
authority, dead and forgotten by laughing humanity whose
tongue is tied and whose eyes are empty of visible tears.”
All these words I heard, and I saw them emerging with
a stream of ever thinning blood from that wounded heart.
More was said, but my misted eyes and crying should prevented
further sight or hearing.
By : Kahlil Gibran
When the birds took shelter among the boughs, and the
flowers folded their petals, and tremendous silence
descended, I heard a rustle of feet though the grass.
I took heed and saw a yound couple approaching my arbor.
The say under a tree where I could see them without
being seen.
After he looked about in every direction, I heard the
young man saying, “Sit by me, my beloved, and listen
to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol
of our future; be merry, for the sparkling days
rejoice with us.
“My soul is warning me of the doubt in your heart,
for doubt in love is a sin.
“Soon you will be the owner of this vast land, lighted
by this beautiful moon; soon you will be the mistress of
my palace, and all the servants and maids will obey your
commands.
“Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father’s
coffers.
“My heart refuses to deny you its secret. Twelve months
of comfort and travel await us; for a year we will spend
my father’s gold at the blue lakes of Switzerland, and
viewing the edifices of Italy and Egypt, and resting under
the Holy Cedars of Lebanon; you will meet the princesses
who will envy you for your jewels and clothes.
“All these things I will do for you; will you be satisfied?”
In a little while I saw them walking and stepping on flowers
as the rich step upon the hearts of the poor. As they
disappeared from my sight, I commenced to make comparison
between love and money, and to analyze their position in
the heart.
Money! The source of insincere love; the spring of false
light and fortune; the well of poisoned water; the
desperation of old age!
I was still wandering in the vast desert of contemplation
when a forlorn and spectre-like couple passed by me and
sat on the grass; a young man and a young woman who had
left their farming shacks in the nearby fields for this cool
and solitary place.
After a few moments of complete silence, I heard the following
words uttered with sighs from weather-bitten lips, “Shed not
tears, my beloved; love that opens our eyes and enslaves our
hearts can give us the blessiong of patience. Be consoled in
our delay our delay, for we have taken an oath and entered
Love’s shrine; for our love will ever grow in adversity; for
it is in Love’s name that we are suffering the obstacles of
poverty and the sharpness of misery and the emptiness of
separation. I shall attack these hardships until I triumph
and place in your hands a strength that will help over all
things to complete the journey of life.
“Love - which is God - will consider our sighs and tears
as incense burned at His altar and He will reward us with
fortitude. Good-bye, my beloved; I must leave before the
heartening moon vanishes.”
A pure voice, combined of the consuming flame of love,
and the hopeless bitterness of longing and the resolved
sweetness of patience, said, “Good-bye, my beloved.”
They seperated, and the elegy to their union was smothered
by the wails of my crying heart.
I looked upon slumbering Nature, and with deep reflection
discovered the reality of a vast and infinite thing—
something no power could demand, influence acquire, nor
riches purchase. Nor could it be effaced by the tears of
time or deadened by sorrow; a thing which cannot be discovered
by the blue lakes of Switzerland or the beautiful edifaces
of Italy.
It is something that gathers strength with patience, grows
despite obstacles, warms in winter, flourishes in spring,
casts a breeze in summer, and bears fruit in autumn—
I found Love.
By : Kahlil Gibran
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And the God bestowed upon her a love that would desert he forever
upon her first sigh of earthly satisfaction, and a sweetness that
would vanish with her first awareness of flattery.
And He gave her wisdom from heaven to lead to the all-righteous
path, and placed in the depth of her heart and eye that sees
the unseen, and created in he an affection and goodness toward
all things. He dressed her with raiment of hopes spun by the
angels of heaven from the sinews of the rainbow. And He cloaked
her in the shadow of confusion, which is the dawn of life and
light.
Then the God took consuming fire from the furnace of anger,
and searing wind from the desert of ignorance, and sharp-
cutting sands from the shore of selfishness, and coarse earth
from under the feet of ages, and combined them all and fashioned
Man. He gave to Man a blind power that rages and drives him
into a madness which extinguishes only before gratification
of desire, and placed life in him which is the spectre of
death.
And the god laughed and cried. He felt an overwhelming love
and pity for Man, and sheltered him beneath His guidance.
By : kahlil Gibran
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]]>And he said:
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.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
By : Kahlil gibran
By : kahlil Gibran
]]>And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you
find her unless she herself be your way and your
guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the
weaver of your speech?
The aggrieved and the injured say, ‘Beauty is kind
and gentle.
‘Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she
walks among us.’
And the passionate say, ‘Nay, beauty is a thing of
might and dread.
‘Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us
and the sky above us.’
The tired and the weary say, ‘Beauty is of soft
whisperings. She speaks in our spirit.
‘Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that
quivers in fear of the shadow.’
But the restless say, ‘We have heard her shouting
among the mountains,
‘And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and
the beating of wings and the roaring of lions.’
At night the watchmen of the city say, ‘Beauty shall
rise with the dawn from the east.’
And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say,
‘We have seen her leaning over the earth from the
windows of the sunset.’
In winter say the snow-bound, ‘She shall come with
the spring leaping upon the hills.’
And in the summer heat the reapers say, ‘We have
seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we
saw a drift of snow in her hair.’
All these things have you said of beauty,
Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs
unsatisfied,
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand
stretched forth,
But rather a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted.
It is not the image you would see nor the song you
would hear,
But rather an image you see though you close your
eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a
wing attached to a claw,
But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of
angels for ever in flight.
People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils
her holy face.
But you are life and you are the veil.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
By : Kahlil Gibran
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Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
By : Matthew Arnold (1822–1888)
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