In the Kiwi dream, The Child asks: What is beauty? Then The Bard sagely replies: Beauty is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. Beauty 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. Beauty is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. . . . But you are life and you are the veil.
–Khalil Gibran poetry, Lebanon.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 20.9.12~
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
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All that spirits desire, spirits attain. --Khalil Gibran
Kiwi athletes news: Olympics: What to expect on day four? Teamwork: Football Ferns & Cameroon. Hockey: Womens Black Sticks v South Africa.
[Photo: St Lucia Soccer - National Geographic. Go the spirit of teamwork!].
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 31.7.12~
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. When we turn to one another for counsel we reduce the number of our enemies. Your friend is your needs answered. Let your best be for your friend.
~Posted by Horiwooodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 25.6.12~
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life. 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. Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair, but manifestations of strength and resolution.
–Khalil Gibran poetry.
~Posted by Horiwoodblog, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 23.6.12~
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
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Poetry: Lovers – Kahlil Gibran
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“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. ”
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Aotearoa New Zealand, Polynesia Asia-Pacific. 19.2.12~
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 tomorrow? And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city? And what is fear of need but need itself? Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable? There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome. And there are those who have little and give it all. These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty. There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Though the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth. It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving And is there aught you would withhold? All you have shall some day be given; Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'. You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you. And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream. And what desert greater shall there be than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving? And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed? See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving. For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness. And you receivers - and you are all receivers - assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives. Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings; For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father. .
Khalil Gibran is always so deep. He’s like a mirror of what we should be like, more. Love his life’s work.
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 3.5.11 via Poem Hunter~
And a youth said, “Speak to us of Friendship.”
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
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 love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
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.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
[Poetry of Khalil Gibran of Lebanon from his body of work].
~Posted by Horiwood.Com, Hollywood California USA. 2.21.11~
Poet Khalil Gibran‘s words still ring true today. Here’s his amazing poetic prose from The Hand of Sorrow. Enjoy the read:
In the spring of the that wonderful year, I was in Beirut. The gardens were full of Nisan flowers and the earth was carpeted with green grass, and like a secret of earth revealed to Heaven. The orange trees and apple trees, looking like houris or brides sent by nature to inspire poets and excite the imagination, were wearing white garments of perfumed blossoms.