Monday, July 04, 2005

From "The Prophet" by Galil Gibran

"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."

13 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

I'm sure some people could find deep and lasting meaning in poety. I no longer bother trying.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Jeff said...

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Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Jeff said...

It is a most bloated mode of expressing thought.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger SuperKate said...

Chipper, will you be my friend?

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger SuperKate said...

Also, I like your bad poetry my darling Chipper. It brings deep and profound meaning to my otherwise loathsome life. ;0)

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Unknown said...

writing poetry is good. Listening to (some) other people read their poetry is bad. Like this poetry slam I went to. This woman went on for 20 minutes (there was a five minute time limit) sometimes screaming, sometimes quavering her voice, and by the end of it, everyone had lost the train of her poem and were looking for things to throw.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Unknown said...

But I encourage everyone to try writing poety. Just remember there are two different types of poems: Those you write to read in front of others, and those you keep in your journal just for yourself.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Unknown said...

(BURP) Sorry, I was bloated and had to communicate.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Jeff said...

I'll write more bad poetry if superkate and Coyote write some

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger SuperKate said...

Yeah, okay. I can do that. But will you be my friend? That's what I really wanna know.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger SuperKate said...

Also, I object to poetry readings on so many levels. But mostly I avoid them because I have been to two of them in my life, and I had seizures at both of them.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger SuperKate said...

It is done. Bad poetry all for you my love.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  
Blogger Unknown said...

Mine's done too.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005  

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