The Khalil Gibran Megapack. Khalil Gibran

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      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.

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      And an old priest said, “Speak to us of Religion.”

      And he said:

      Have I spoken this day of aught else?

      Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,

      And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?

      Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

      Who can spread his hours before him, saying,

      “This for God and this for myself;

      “This for my soul and this other for my body”?

      All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.

      He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.

      The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.

      And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.

      The freest song comes not through bars and wires.

      And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.

      Your daily life is your temple and your religion.

      When ever you enter into it take with you your all.

      Take the slough and the forge and the mallet and the lute,

      The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight.

      For in reverie you cannot rise above your achievements nor fall lower than your failures.

      And take with you all men:

      For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes nor humble yourself lower than their despair.

      And if you would know God, be not therefore a solver of riddles.

      Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.

      And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.

      You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.

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      Then Almitra spoke, saying, “We would ask now of Death.”

      And he said:

      You would know the secret of death.

      But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

      The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

      If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

      For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

      IN the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

      And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

      Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

      Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

      Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

      Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

      For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

      And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

      Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

      And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

      And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

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      And now it was evening.

      And Almitra the seeress said, “Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken.”

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