Khalil Gibran

Remembrance is a form of meeting.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

My house says to me, “Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.”
And the road says to me, “Come and follow me, for I am your future.”
And I say to both my house and the road, “I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things.”

How can I lose faith in the justice of life, when the dreams of those who sleep upon feathers are not more beautiful than the dreams of those who sleep upon the earth? Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.
 

Paradise is there, behind that door, in the next room; but I have lost the key.
Perhaps I have only mislaid it.
 

The reality of the other person is not in what he reveals to you, but in what he cannot reveal to you.
Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says but rather to what he does not say.

‘Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it so that the other half may reach you’

I have never agreed with my other self wholly. The truth of the matter seems to lie between us.

Your other self is always sorry for you. But your other self grows on sorrow; so all is well.

(From ‘Sand and Foam’)

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

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.

Say not, “I have found the path of the soul.” Say rather, “I have met the soul walking upon my path.”

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;

And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.

And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.

The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.

And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.

And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.

Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;

For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered

When the color is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

2 Responses to “Khalil Gibran”

  1. Madrid City Says:

    Si asún no lo has leído te recomiendo el libro “El Profeta” de este mismo autor, dice cosas tan bellas y sorprendentes como estas:

    Vuestros hijos NO SON VUESTROS HIJOS: son los hijos y las hijas de las ansias de vida que sienten la misma Vida.

    Vienen a través de vosotros; pero no desde vosotros; y aunque estén con vosotros, NO OS PERTENECEN.

    Podéis darles vuestro amor, pero no vuestros pensamientos; porque tienen sus propios pensamientos.

    Podéis hospedar sus cuerpos; pero no sus almas: porque sus almas habitan en la casa del mañana que no podéis visitar, ni siquiera en vuestros sueños.

    Podéis esforzaros por ser como ellos; pero no intentéis hacerlos como vosotros. Porque la vida no marcha hacia atrás ni se detiene en el ayer.

    Sois los arcos mediante los cuales vuestros niños, como flechas vivientes, son disparados.

    El Arquero ve el blanco sobre el sendero del infinito, y El os doblega con su poder para que sus flechas puedan volar rápido y lejos.

    Haced que vuestra tensión en la mano del arquero sea para la alegría: porque como El ama a la flecha que vuela, asi ama El también al arco estable.

  2. Amplitudvisible Says:

    Qué bonito. Muchas gracias.

    De momento me quedo con esta parte:

    ‘Podéis hospedar sus cuerpos; pero no sus almas: porque sus almas habitan en la casa del mañana que no podéis visitar, ni siquiera en vuestros sueños.’

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