Tag: longing

  • A Tear And A Smile

     

    Kahlil Gibran

    I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
    for the joys of the multitude.
    And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
    to flow from my every part turn into laughter.

    I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

    A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
    of life’s secrets and hidden things.
    A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
    to be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

    A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
    a smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

    I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than
    that I live weary and despairing.

    I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
    depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
    satisfied the most wretched of people.
    I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing,
    and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

    With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
    and sleeps, embracing her longing.
    At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
    the sun’s kiss.

    The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
    A tear and a smile.

    The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
    together and area cloud.

    And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
    until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
    to the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return
    to the sea, its home.

    The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
    A tear and a smile.

    And so does the spirit become separated from
    the greater spirit to move in the world of matter
    and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
    and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
    and return whence it came.

    To the ocean of Love and Beauty—-to God.

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  • No

    Deep in the desert
    she sat on the honey colored sand
    and watched an eagle fade in the far.
    Her tired hands dug uncertain shapes
    in the sand that was warm
    like life.
    Look how it slips away
    from my tight fists.
    Several steps away
    there is a lone flower.
    I don’t know,cannot know
    and shouldn’t know
    of how it is that
    a lone flower stands in the
    midst of this vast desert,
    so proud, so beautiful,
    so certain, brave, strong
    and fragile.
    This silence is holy.
    Having no answers is holy.
    I am not looking for enlightenment,
    awaiting an epiphany or a miracle.
    Why should I complain?
    If my journey
    has been crooked, twisted and
    thorny with endless labyrinths,
    I also have known beauty,
    and I have known and always
    will know of longing
    in the midst of this
    endless desert.
    To long is passion
    passion like poetry
    running in the veins of life.
    I’ve seen a lone beautiful flower
    my heart aches from
    the thought of what has been, is, and will be.
    I stand before the unknown.
    The unknown that
    has always been there and
    with all my being, I know it.
    The unknown that is so certain
    of leaving me in pain, darkness
    and confusion;
    The unknown that reassures
    me of the vastness of love, growth
    and beauty.
    The unknown that is my shield
    against everything and anything I encounter.
    You slip away from my grasp
    and yet,
    you are always here
    and no,
    I do not have any questions.

    Hydeh Aubon (7/16/09)