The Madman: His Parables and Poems. Kahlil Gibran

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      The Madman: His Parables and Poems

      You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,—the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,—I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”

      Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

      And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

      Thus I became a madman.

      And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

      But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

      God

      In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, “Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more.”

      But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.

      And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, “Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.”

      And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed away.

      And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke unto God again, saying, “Father, I am thy son. In pity and love thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall inherit thy kingdom.”

      And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant hills he passed away.

      And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, “My God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the face of the sun.”

      Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness, and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to her, he enfolded me.

      And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there also.

      My Friend

      My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear—a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.

      The “I” in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

      I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do—for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

      When thou sayest, “The wind bloweth eastward,” I say, “Aye it doth blow eastward“; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

      Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone.

      When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating against the stars—and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.

      When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell—even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, “My companion, my comrade,” and I call back to thee, “My comrade, my companion“—for I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.

      Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.

      My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect—and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.

      My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.

      The Scarecrow

      Once I said to a scarecrow, “You must be tired of standing in this lonely field.”

      And he said, “The joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I never tire of it.”

      Said I, after a minute of thought, “It is true; for I too have known that joy.”

      Said he, “Only those who are stuffed with straw can know it.”

      Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled me.

      A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.

      And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest under his hat.

      The Sleep-Walkers

      In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who walked in their sleep.

      One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.

      And the mother spoke, and she said: “At last, at last, my enemy! You by whom my youth was destroyed—who have built up your life upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!”

      And the daughter spoke, and she said: “O hateful woman, selfish and old! Who stand between my freer self and me! Who would have my life an echo of your own faded life! Would you were dead!”

      At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke. The mother said gently, “Is that you, darling?” And the daughter answered gently, “Yes, dear.”

      The Wise Dog

      One day there passed by a company of cats a wise dog.

      And as he came near and saw that they were very intent and heeded him not, he stopped.

      Then there arose in the midst of the company a large, grave cat and looked upon them and said, “Brethren, pray ye; and when ye have prayed again and yet again, nothing doubting, verily then it shall rain mice.”

      And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from them saying, “O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth for prayer and faith and supplication is not mice but bones.”

      The Two Hermits

      Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped God and loved one another.

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