And when my joy was born I held it in my arms and stood on the house-top shouting, “Come ye, my neighbours, come and see, for Joy this day is born unto me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laugheth in the sun.”
But none of my neighbours came to look upon my Joy, and great was my astonishment.
And every day for seven moons I proclaimed my Joy from the house-top – and yet no one heeded me. And my Joy and I were alone, unsought and unvisited.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine held its loveliness and no other lips kissed its lips.
Then my Joy died of isolation.
And now I only remember my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow. But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs in the wind and then is heard no more.
By Khalil Gibran
I’ve been reading Khalil Gibran for a couple of days and wanted to share some of his work with all you guppies who may find it interesting to read…
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
-- Gibran Khalil Gibran
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 forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept.
--Gibran
[This message has been edited by Hinna (edited July 21, 2002).]
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Originally posted by kashish:
** But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs in the wind and then is heard no more.
By Khalil Gibran
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This is amazing to note that sages like Gibran could believe that memories could fade away!
He himself has negated this which has been quoted by Hinna rightly and that is:
"You may forget the one with whom you have laughed, but never the one with whom you have wept."
How these two could reconcile as the joy he lost brought tears and sorrow to him which in his own views could never be forgotten!
Its not strange to write contradictory opinions specially when one is going through various different feelings and thoughts at different points of time… i feel this could have been a reason for it, but still im not sure
Gibran is not an ordinary writer. In his case especially such strong opinions ought not to contradict. you are basically write that different feelings and thoughts at different points of life may cause such contradictions and this could be a reason for it and like you I am not sure as well but Gibran must not do this