Khalil Gibran is a writer many of us found in the seventies. He developed almost a cult following. He was born near the Holy Cedars of Lebanon. He and his family moved to America. He went to schools in Boston. The family sent him back to Lebanon to go to college. He later also attended college in Paris. He was a painter and a writer.
He wrote of Mother Earth and carried the torch of freedom that sprinkled through his writings. He felt everyone should be free.
” I love you, my Brother, wherever you are, whether you kneel in your church, worship in your synagogue or pray in your mosque.”
“Are you troubled by the many faiths that Mankind professes? Are you lost in the valley of conflicting beliefs? Do you think that the freedom of heresy is less burdensome than the yoke of submission, and the livery of dissent safer than the stronghold of acquiescence? If such be the case, then make Beauty your religion, and worship her as your godhead; for she is the visible, manifest and perfect handiwork of God.”
” They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.”
“The truly great man is he who would master no one, and who would be mastered by none. ”
“A bigot is a stone-deaf orator.”
” An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.”
“Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.”
Thank you for sharing this one…..
I have the Prophet on vinyl-record, read by Richard Harris. Thanks for this post — I think I’ll go listen to it now.
“Let us be separate in our togetherness” and “Drink of the same wine, but not the same cup”. I always loved those two lines. Be as one while maintaining your individuality. One is from “On Love”, maybe both. The other may be from “On Marriage”. Wonderful post. A favorite poet of mine, thank you.
Beautiful, Barbara. Thank you for sharing these profound and moving words.
“A bigot is a stone-deaf orator.”
Wonderful! Another of my favorites: “We choose our joys and sorrows long before we experience them.” I didn’t agree with this initially, but I do now.
Amazing man. Thanks for this post.
What a great homage to a great human being!! Thank you! ❤
Barbara your lovely post swept me back a long way , to the late 1970s when , like you , I got my hands on to the ‘prophet’. May I quote one of my favourite poems of Kahlil for you : “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 tomorrow, / 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”. Simple truth expressed in rich imagery….this is one bow hugging another beautiful bow that is barbara…best wishes…raj .
Lovely post of a wonderful teacher
and admire his thoughts..
“” They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.”
🙂 Many thanks for sharing
He was a rare man. Happy Thanksgiving, Sue. Hugs, Barbara
Happy Thanksgiving Barbara xxx ❤