Tuesday, 6 November 2012

The Prophet: Kahlil Gibran

I believe that 'The greatest gift a Man can give to his fellow beings is the unadulterated joy that his work is.' 11 years it took the Lebanese American Gibran to craft 'The Prophet'. To string together such beautiful pearls out of the sea of our consciousness requires a conscientious spirit working in God's realm. This book is just as a teacher who guides one to the threshold of his own mind. Though words are needed to communicate they can never perhaps give expression to the delights of a liberated soul for a spirit that knows how to soar needs not the crutches words are which only render it bound, contained and defined; yet my heart feels a gladness that these very words gave wings to my own thoughts which rose in the bond of fraternity and natural humble acknowledgement of the elegant design, simple truth and beauty of life.                                

On Love

"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that melts and 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.

On Marriage 

"Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of Love. Let it 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."
- Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

On Children

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.

Every word was a joy and every sentence a knowledge that was always there.

"And what is word knowledge but a shadow of wordless knowledge?
Your thoughts and my words are waves from a sealed memory that keeps records of our yesterdays,
And of the ancient days when the Earth knew not us nor herself,
And of nights when Earth was upwrought with confusion."

A poetic message, these essays are a journey in themselves because they cover every aspect and facet of Life from Love, marriage, children, beauty, work, religion, joy and sorrow, giving, crime and punishment, self knowledge and laws to freedom, houses, clothes, pain, teaching, friendship, prayer, pleasure, eating and drinking, buying and selling, reason and passion, talking, time, good and evil and death. This work of pure love is a way of life and though it teaches one many things, the most important fact it makes us realize is:

"Your daily Life is your Temple and your Religion.
When you enter into it, take with you your all."

Shalom :)


  1. Thanks for such a beautiful collection. The depth in the composition touches the heart and soul. The writer has presented real picture of life.

    1. Thank you Rajeev for acknowledging my composition. Blessed Be.