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Gibran on Friendship
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
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SHE IS WHERE I AM AND I AM WHERE SHE IS
i stare at the pictures of my dear city, i sit and imagine how during the evening while sitting at aljamal you can
observe how the lights of this wonderful city light slowly one by one , and you start thinking to yourself what is every person
thinking about at that time and i stopped for a second from this daydream and i said to my self it is not the lights that
i miss but i miss THE light i found in this wondeful city , she is this light and she is the one that shines above all lights
in this world......... i think about the waves how they hit into the walls of our shore and break it slowly until the rock
is free to settle in the shallow depths of the waters of this beautiful pheonician city, to me this is how she broke my heart
from lonliness and set it free to settlle in the beautiful gleaming coean of her heart, in the heart my pheonician queen,
i miss the city of tyre, i miss it because she gives it meaning she gives it my hope an dreams to one day go back and reside
in the city that has never been conquered, but it has conquered , she has conquered my heart , she is my love, 7abibi may
you live on with love of my heart and spread your love upon this sailor who sails the sky's and seas and wishes to come back
one day and land in your heart for all time....................in his name i shall come back to you my love , my life , my
dreams.........
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2. Gibran on Love...
Then said Almitra,
"Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with
a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings
enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe
in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you
so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and
caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging
to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to
free you from your husks.
He 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, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love
has no other desire but to fulfil 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.
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