THE PROPHET (Wisehouse Classics Edition). Khalil Gibran

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grinds you to whiteness.

      He kneads you until you are pliant;

      And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.

      All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.

      But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,

      Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,

      Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

      Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.

      When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”

      And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

      Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

      But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

      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.

      THEN Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?

      And he answered saying:

      You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore.

      You shall be together when the 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.

      AND a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.

      And he said:

      Your children are not your children.

      They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

      They come through you but not from you,

      And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

      You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

      For they have their own thoughts.

      You may house their bodies but not their souls,

      For their souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

      You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

      For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

      You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

      The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

      Let your bending in the Archer’s hand be for gladness;

      For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

      THEN said a rich man, Speak to us of Giving.

      And he answered:

      You give but little when you give of your possessions.

      It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

      For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them to-morrow?

      And to-morrow, what shall to-morrow bring to the over-prudent dog burying bones in the trackless

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