Monday, July 28, 2014

Some Thoughts



Thought of Khalil Hibran
Children

And a woman carrying a child against her bosom said:
Tell us about the children.
And he answered:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing to have of them.
They come through you but not from you and though they live with you yet they belong not.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You can give shelter to their bodies but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which even in dreams it is given visit.
You may strive to be like them, but do not try to make them like you.
Because life or the backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows through which your children as living are fired arrows.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and bends you with full force so that their arrows go swift and far.
The act, therefore, be folded into the hands of the archer is your happiness.
For  even as he loves the arrow that shoots, loves also the bow that stands firm.

Religion


  And a priest, advanced in years said:
Tell us about religion.
  Have I talked about something else today?
No religion is all we do and think, and even what we do or think, but admirable and surprising way springs from the soul, even when hands are crushing rock or operating the loom.

  Who can demarcate their faith in their work, their beliefs and their occupations?
  Who can spread his hours before him, and say; these are God and these are mine. These are from my soul, and this other of my body?

All your hours are wings that move in space, moving from one to another.
  And who wears only virtue which was considered the best item, would do better to stay naked.

He who strives to adjust its behavior to ethical standards, be imprisoned his songbird.
The freest song comes not from between the bars and wires. And he to whom worship is a window to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are open from dawn to dawn.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion.
And whenever the center, carry with you all that is yours.

Take the plow and the forge and the mallet and the lute.
The things we did to satisfy needs, or for delight.

Because in contemplation you cannot ascend higher than your successes, not down below of your failures.

And take with you all men.
For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes up, or down below the humiliation of his despair.

And to know God, you need not know how to solve the puzzles.
  Just look around you, and see your children playing. And look at the space and see walking in the cloud, extend his arms in the lightning and descending in rain. You can see him smiling in flowers, then lift and move his hands in trees




Healthy advice:
"Do not depend too much on anyone in this world because even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness."
Whit affection,
Ruben



 

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