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Flood- Kabir

 

My body is flooded
With the flame of Love.
My soul lives in
A furnace of bliss.


Love’s fragrance
Fills my mouth,
And fans through all things
With each outbreath .
               — Kabir

 

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The One — Sarmad Kashani

Sarmand Shaheed

“Although hundreds of friends
Have become my foes,
The friendship of One
Has given security to my soul.
Rejecting many I have embraced the One-
At last
I am He and He is me.”     
― Sarmad Shaheed, The Rubaiyat of Sarmad

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I — Khalil Gibran

I

 

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.

 

I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.

 

When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.

 

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

 

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.

 

I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.

 

I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.

 

The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.

 

I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.

 

So with love –
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.             —- Khalil Gibran

 

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Seeker — Rumi

Seeker

I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my soul — Rumi

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Work — Khalil Gibran

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Then a ploughman said, “Speak to us of Work.”

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

 

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.

But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

 

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

 

You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.

And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,

And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,

And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,

And all work is empty save when there is love;

And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?

 

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,

And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

 

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.

And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”

But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;

And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

 

Work is love made visible.

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.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.

And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distills a poison in the wine.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Heart — Rumi

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I looked in temples, churches and mosques.
But I found the Divine within my Heart.   — Rumi

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Two Infants — Khalil Gibran

Two Infants

 

A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, “Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm.

Sing and be merry!” The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls.

For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.

 

Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people’s weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking.

She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death.

She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince’s oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.

 

As the mass dispersed and silence was restored to the vicinity, the wretched woman placed the infant on her lap and looked into his face and wept as if she were to baptize him with tears.

And with a hunger weakened voice she spoke to the child saying, “Why have you left the spiritual world and come to share with me the bitterness of earthly life ?

Why have you deserted the angels and the spacious firmament and come to this miserable land of humans, filled with agony, oppression, and heartlessness ?

I have nothing to give you except tears; will you be nourished on tears instead of milk ?

I have no silk clothes to put on you; will my naked, shivering arms give you warmth ?

The little animals graze in the pasture and return safely to their shed; and the small birds pick the seeds and sleep placidly between the branches. But you, my beloved, have naught save a loving but destitute mother.”

 

Then she took the infant to her withered breast and clasped her arms around him as if wanting to join the two bodies in one, as before. She lifted her burning eyes slowly toward heaven and cried,

God! Have mercy on my unfortunate countrymen!”

 

At that moment the clouds floated from the face of the moon, whose beams penetrated the transom of that poor home and fell upon two corpses.

 —Khalil Gibran

Dirt — Shams Tabrizi

Dirt

The real dirt is not outside, but inside, in our hearts.

We can wash all stains with water.

The only ones we can’t remove is the grudge and the bad intentions sticking to our hearts.

—Shams Tabrizi

rains

 

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.

When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.

I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.

I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.

The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.

I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.

So with love –
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.

Khalil Gibran

tear and a smile

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty—-to God.

 

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Games of Thrones

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I am an avid fan of the Games of Thrones, which I have been following for many years , since time of its inception on 17 April 2011. It gives a great insight into the workings of the Politics and diplomacy.

It always starts its new season in the month of April, something which I cherish. Although, I have never read any of its books, but I must say that the writer George R. R. Martin must be a great writer. He helps out in the storyline of the show and has a habit of killing characters at will (pun intended).

Many characters die out after every season, plus there is loads of nudity in the show (which seems to be part of attraction, but nothing at the level of Spartacus).

There are many houses at war with each other over the throne.

and then there are Wildlings who are fighting to just survive as free men, a concept of Leftist ideas here.

Finally,  there are Night’s Watch  men who have take vow of celibacy (at least in writing) and protecting a huge wall made of ice against the Wildlings, on the north of the kingdoms.

 

Night’s Watch  men have the vows as following :

Night gathers, and now my watch begins.

It shall not end until my death.

I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children.

I shall wear no crowns and win no glory.

I shall live and die at my post.

I am the sword in the darkness.

I am the watcher on the walls.

I am the fire that burns against the cold,the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men.

I pledge my life and honor to the Night’s Watch, for this night and all the nights to come.

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Inspiration of the story

I have read somewhere and believe so too, that the writer has modeled it on the old Britain concept, where there were many kings fighting for the piece of land we call Britain. Something in the ages of 1st century A.D to 10 century A.D. After the fall of Roman empire and before the rise of William the conqueror.

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Key Characters

Every house has some fire band character and that is what makes the show interesting, apart from sudden killings of course. Some characters however are constant and endure the savagery of the show and killings of their loved ones.

 

Games of Throne family chart

From House Targaryen

Daenerys Targaryen (mother of Dragons), she is essentially the one who starts with nothing trying to take everything. She comes from an old royal family Targaryens who ruled before current kings , whose most members have been killed off in the rebellion.

In her quest to get the throne back, she allows the slaves to be freed. Trying to create one massive army with whose help she will win victory and give former slaves equal status. Gaining their loyalty. She is providing choices to people, in the process she has seen her husband and her unborn child die.

She seems to have a genuine concern for poor and strong inclination for justice in her own terms. Some may say that she is like a feudal-Leftist or a benevolent ruler.

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From House Stark

This house has seen the most catastrophe in the show,

  • Father (Ned Stark) been killed first, in-front of his two daughters Sansa and Arya for treachery (Arya was in hiding).
  • Mother (Lady Catelyn)/eldest son(Rob Stark) / pregnant daughter-in-law being killed in one single “Red wedding”.
  • Second “legitimate” son of Ned Stark, Bran Stark paralyzed waist down after being thrown from the rooftop.
  • youngest daughter Arya Stark who witnessed her father’s execution is now a drifter, yearning for revenge.
  • The eldest daughter Sansa Stark was a prisoner of Lannisters, she escaped with Little finger after king Geoffery died on his wedding.

The one who stands out for me here, is the bastard son of Ned Stark, Jon Snow. He has gone to the Great wall and taken an oath of celibacy (which he fails to keep because of a wildling named Ygritte) to fight the wildlings and other dangers to the 7 kingdoms.

Jon Snow has the idea of justice similar to Daenerys Targaryen, he is a good leader and through some unfortunate set of events ends up playing the role of leader to the “Crows” or men who guard the wall (Night’s Watch).

I hope in future there is an alliance between Daenerys Targaryen and him or even better they both get married. Let see, what future seasons have in store (He may well die also).


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House Lannister

Well the house of wicked people, there are 4 main characters (one is dead now).

  • Lord Tywin Lannister (dead now, killed by his younger dwarf son Tyrion ), is the head of family, then are his two sons and one daughter.
  • His two sons are
    • Jamie Lannister (the sister fucker, literally he is doing it)
    • TyrionLannister
      •  a dwarf whom his father thought should have died at childbirth, since his mother died while giving birth to him.
      • He is a walking embarrassment to his father Lord Tywin.
    • CerseiLannister who is their egoistic sister
      • She is letting her brother Jamie “do” her.
      • All of her 3 children are by her ‘Beloved’ brother Jamie, in short incest family.

Out all these,Tyrion Lannister  is better one. I presume it is because of the mutual hatred he has for his father. He wants to be everything his father is not.

His sister Cersei  hates him, after all he knows what his other “beautiful” siblings are doing to each other. He is seen battling all things, yet considered worthless.

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From House Baratheon

This house is apparently the youngest house, and is ruling (as Cersei Lannister was married to Robert  Baratheon, even though she was busy having children with her brother ). The dead Robert’s sons are rulers with the help of Lannisters of-course (after all a Lannister pays his debts) .

Robert has two more brothers, one of them is gay and dies early. The other brother is Stannis Baratheon, one with claim on the throne, since he knows the truth of children.  He is aided by the red lady (a priestess of sorts).

I do not think that he a worthy challenger and but he is there just to add the spice. He has no morals  (very complex character) but has hunger for power. He has no desire to change the world for better.

The “red lady” who is helping him, however has this urge to bring in a new religion of fire god with the help of Stannis Baratheon.

There is one character, who may just change the game, He is Gendry (bastard son of Robert). He may marry one of Ned Stark’s daughters in future and eventually fight on the side of the Starks.

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From House Martell

The passionate ones, if we consider “The red viper” or Oberyn Martell who died in season 4.

His death was most brutal and a shock for most viewers, his Skull being crushed by Ser Gregor Clegane  with bear hands.

This house was in relations with Targaryens,  Oberyn Martell’s sister was married to Rhaegar Targaryen (eldest brother of Daenerys Targaryen). She was raped and killed by “the Mount” aka Ser Gregor Clegane when the rebellion army captured Westeros. Her children’s heads were smashed to the wall by him.

Martells would be introduced more in the season 5, for now they have been in the background.

The characters , I am waiting to watch are Doran Martell (elder brother of Oberyn Martell ) and The Sand Snakes  (8 bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell, let see if the daughters have the same passion as their father).

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From House Bolton

The filthiest of all the houses, who enjoy torturing or flaying men caught in battlefield. The favorite quote is “A naked man has few secrets; a flayed man, none”.

Imagine what would they do, to those who fight against them and are caught.

There are two characters here, Lord Roose and his bastard Ramsay (who truly is a bastard in every sense). Ramsay “enjoys” flaying men, cutting their gentiles, fingers, eyes, legs, hands, skin etc. Theon Greyjoy‘s private part is cut off and sent to his father, the father in return abandons him since Theon cannot bear him grandchildren.

Lord Roose is so impressed by his son’s acts that he legitimates him and now Ramsay Snow (the bastard) is Ramsay Bolton .


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There are  few quotes which are the catchlines in  show

“Winter is Coming”

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“All men must die”

which has become the most identifiable quote for the Show. Imdb also rates this show highly, it is among the top TV shows of all times. Waiting for the new season to start.

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Eternal Being —kabir

Etrenal being

 

Had mein chale so maanava, behad chale so saadh

Had behad dono taje, taako bata agaadh

 

(Translation in English )

The one who is confined in limitations is human,

the one who roams into unlimited, is a Sadhu.

The one who has dropped both limited and unlimited,

unfathomable is his being and understanding.   —————Kabir

Gone Girl

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Once in a blue moon comes a movie which makes you sit out and watch it closely. I am not talking about those giant studio movie like Lord of the Rings or Marvel ones, but rather the ones with such an awesome storyline, a writer’s film.

I heard of the reviews that the movie is nice but after watching I realise how great it is, One friend summed it up perfectly , watching it was like “blessing in disguise”. The twists and turns were splendid, but from my point of view what I liked in the movie was the female character of Amy Elliott-Dunne, played by Rosamund Pike , I have never seen any other of her movies in which she has acted this well.  I actually felt vindicated when I saw this movie, the assumption of a woman as pure, non-violent , non- twisted, naive, a doormat in a relationship, sufferer etc is trashed completely here (Do I sound misogynistic , well that is for the reader to judge and not for me to comment )  . This movie’s story does puts marriage in a perfect prospective and who is capable of controlling whom in it.

 

The husband Nick Dunne (played by Ben Affleck) in the movie is accused of killing his wife who has disappeared  and is shown as a psychopath, as he lack empathy towards his wife (not knowing who her friends are , even her blood type) when quizzed by officers on her wife and then that Search photograph which is taken of him in which he is smiling. I accept that he is not the “perfect husband”, he cheats on his wife with a hot young girl but what he gets in return, I don’t think any man will want. The wife twists the entire investigation and makes it appear that he is the reason for her death, in fact he drives her to death. The thing which stands out in the movie is narration done from wife’s angle , how she wants to make him “feel” the pain.

I read somewhere that the author was a feminist (catch that ! ) and wondered that she killed feminism by writing the book , which was transformed into movie. I think she has done a good job , where she has shown the Anti-hero behavior a woman is also capable of , not the domain of men only. Plus, what is with feminist and women suffering issue, this movie proves the extend a woman will go to make her man suffer.   It is also said that the Gone Girl is based on Agatha Christie ‘s real life, when she went missing.  The Author Gillian Flynn is a fan of Agatha Christie.  In one interview the writer talks about such unhappy ending, stating that they are truth (to which I agree, we should address in books and movies which is real , not always fantasy stuff ). I really liked such an unhappy ending she gave to the book and then the movie, after all life is never sugar coated. The best are those movies which are adapted from good books and has shades of grey in it, in Hollywood they do it more often , in Bollywood however , there are very few people who do it well, Vishal Bhardwaj, Gulzar and Anurag Kashyap are ones which I remember and know currently (in 1960s and 1970s there were many) .

I loved the movie and watched it thrice at home, after watching it on cinema hall for the first time, I think I might give a go to the book also, when I have free time.

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There are two line which his lawyer and the investigating offices says to him in the end, which stand out.

  1. You two fucked up people are made for each other
  2. Just don’t piss her off

The movie from the viewpoint of young people is a total nightmare, in which you may walk in unsuspectingly i.e a “fucked up Marriage” with a total psychopath. No wonder, you would question the futility of marriage as they are doing world over after watching the movie, the movies which make you question are the movie worth watching, just like some books are worth reading, since time is way to precious to be spent on no-brainers (like they make these days in Bollywood and which earn millions).

 

Box Office:

The movie was released on 3 October 2014, made at a cost of $61 Million  and has grossed $331 Million, now that is success both financially and critically.

 

 

 

Satisfaction —- Rumi

Lover of Knoweldge

Two there are, who are never satisfied ;

The lover of the world and the lover of Knowledge. —– Rumi

Journey —- Shams Tabrizi

Journey

 

“Wherever you go, east, west, north or south, think of it as a journey into yourself  !

The one who travels into itself travels the world.” —- Shams Tabrizi

 

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Ocean — Kabir

Ocean

 

“All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop.” —Kabir

 

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You owe me — Hafez

Owed

“Even
After
All this time
The Sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me.”

Look
What happens
With a love like that,
It lights the whole sky.” —- Hafez

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Emptiness

“When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing.

Range with emptiness.

Human should be like a pot.

As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside,

human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness.”   —- Shams Tabrizi

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Pleasure — Khalil Gibran

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Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, “Speak to us of Pleasure.”
And he answered, saying:

Pleasure is a freedom song,
But it is not freedom.

It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not their fruit.

It is a depth calling unto a height,
But it is not the deep nor the high.

It is the caged taking wing,
But it is not space encompassed.

 

Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.

Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.

 

For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone:

Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.
Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness.
But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.

They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.
Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.

 

And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember;
And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.

But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.
And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.
But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?
Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?
And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?

Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?
Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.

 

Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?
Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.
And your body is the harp of your soul,
And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.
And now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?”

 

Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.

 

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The Criminal — Khalil Gibran

Criminal

A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker’s portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating the sad song of his defeat in life, while suffering from hunger and from humiliation.

When night came, his lips and tongue were parched, while his hand was still as empty as his stomach.

He gathered himself and went out from the city, where he sat under a tree and wept bitterly. Then he lifted his puzzled eyes to heaven while hunger was eating his inside, and he said, “Oh Lord, I went to the rich man and asked for employment, but he turned me away because of my shabbiness; I knocked at the school door, but was forbidden solace because I was empty- handed; I sought any occupation that would give me bread, but all to no avail. In desperation I asked alms, but They worshippers saw me and said “He is strong and lazy, and he should not beg.”

“Oh Lord, it is Thy will that my mother gave birth unto me, and now the earth offers me back to You before the Ending.”

His expression then changed. He arose and his eyes now glittered in determination. He fashioned a thick and heavy stick from the branch of the tree, and pointed it toward the city, shouting, “I asked for bread with all the strength of my voice, and was refused. NOW, I shall obtain it by the strength of my muscles !

I asked for bread in the name of mercy and love, but humanity did not heed. I shall take it now in the name of evil !”

The passing years rendered the youth a robber, killer and destroyer of souls; he crushed all who opposed him; he amassed fabulous wealth with which he won himself over to those in power. He was admired by colleagues, envied by other thieves, and feared by the multitudes.

His riches and false position prevailed upon the Emir to appoint him deputy in that city – the sad process pursued by unwise governors. Thefts were then legalized; oppression was supported by authority; crushing of the weak became commonplace; the throngs curried and praised.

Thus does the first touch of humanity’s selfishness make criminals of the humble, and make killers of the sons of peace; thus does the early greed of humanity grow and strike back at humanity a thousand fold !

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