Category Archives: Poetry ✒

‘For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.’
~ Kahlil Gibran

Poetry :)

‘Grant us, O Beloved.’

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This is an unofficial translation that I’ve been working on for a while. It does not even out the original poem that is unique in great depth & meaning, wealth, modesty & sincerity. Not an easy task, I truly hope I managed to capture as much of its beauty as I possibly could, to touch hearts & souls.

This is my gift to you beloveds, the most beautiful prayer written and recited, addressed to the creator of all. A hymn written by the genius at heart & mind, the recently-deceased Lebanese poet Said Akel, sang in the angelic voice of Majida El Roumi. Thanks to the ones who helped me with this, you know who you are.

Of Gibran Khalil Gibran

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So here it is! I translated an excerpt from Gibran Khalil Gibran for you.

Hope it gives you a reason to smile 🙂

‘Do not entertain the half-lovers, do not befriend the half-friends, do not indulge in works of the half-talented, do not live a half-life, and do not die a half-death, do not choose a half-solution, do not stand in the half-truth, do not dream a half-dream, do not hold on to a half-hope, if you’re silent, then be silent until the end, and if you speak.. then speak until the end, do not say it in silence, and do not speak to be silent.

If you’re satisfied express your satisfaction, do not fake a half-satisfaction, and if you refuse then express your rejection for a half-rejection is acceptance.. half is a life you haven’t lived, and it’s a word you haven’t said, it’s a delayed smile, a love you didn’t reach, a friendship you didn’t know.. Half is what makes you a stranger to the closest people to you, and it’s what makes the closest people to you estranged from you. Half is that you get there or not, that you work or not, that you’re absent and that you’re present.. Half is you, when you are not yourself.. for your didn’t know who you are, half is not knowing thyself.. and who you love is not your other half.. who you love is you in another place at the same time. A half-drink will not quench your thirst, and a half-meal will not satiate your hunger, a half-way will get you nowhere, and a half-idea is vain, half is the moment of your helplessness, and you are no helpless, for you are not a half-being. You are a being brought to live the life, and not to live a half-life, the truth of a being is not what is shown, but what cannot be shown, as such.. if you want to know one, do not listen to what is said.. but to what is not being said.

Poetry

‘Ana Insan’ ~ ‘I am a human being’

And here’s the original text, for those of you who can read in Arabic, it certainly has a deeper flavor.

“لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق، ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاء، لا تقرأ لأنصاف الموهوبين،لا تعش نصف حياة، ولا تمت نصف موت،لا تختر نصف حل، ولا تقف في منتصف الحقيقة، لا تحلم نصف حلم، ولا تتعلق بنصف أمل، إذا صمتّ.. فاصمت حتى النهاية، وإذا تكلمت.. فتكلّم حتى النهاية، لا تصمت كي تتكلم، ولا تتكلم كي تصمت.

إذا رضيت فعبّر عن رضاك، لا تصطنع نصف رضا، وإذا رفضت.. فعبّر عن رفضك،
لأن نصف الرفض قبول.. النصف هو حياة لم تعشها، وهو كلمة لم تقلها،وهو ابتسامة أجّلتها، وهو حب لم تصل إليه، وهو صداقة لم تعرفها.. النصف هو ما يجعلك غريباً عن أقرب الناس إليك، وهو ما يجعل أقرب الناس إليك غرباء عنك.

النصف هو أن تصل وأن لاتصل، أن تعمل وأن لا تعمل،أن تغيب وأن تحضر.. النصف هو أنت، عندما لا تكون أنت.. لأنك لم تعرف من أنت، النصف هو أن لا تعرف من أنت.. ومن تحب ليس نصفك الآخر.. هو أنت في مكان آخر في الوقت نفسه.

نصف شربة لن تروي ظمأك، ونصف وجبة لن تشبع جوعك،نصف طريق لن يوصلك إلى أي مكان، ونصف فكرة لن تعطي لك نتيجة النصف هو لحظة عجزك وأنت لست بعاجز.. لأنك لست نصف إنسان

أنت إنسان وجدت كي تعيش الحياة، وليس كي تعيش نصف حياة ليست حقيقة الإنسان بما يظهره لك.. بل بما لا يستطيع أن يظهره، لذلك.. إذا أردت أن تعرفه فلا تصغي إلى ما يقوله .. بل إلى ما لا يقوله.

Namaste

The Witching Hour

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Mysterious & Magical Witching Day, Beloveds.

Tonight or today, whatever you decide to play, remember to be scary, offer broom rides & stories for foreplay. Wishing you a happy last October day /\oo/\

Desert Flower's Halloween

‘ ”Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. ‘
~William Shakespeare

Inseparable

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‘O Beloved, we are locked in friendship with You.
Wherever You may step, we are the ground for You.
In the religion of Love it isn’t allowed
to see the world through You and not see You.’

Rumi, InseparableInseparable

Descent of Species

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Descent of Species

In the afterlife, you are treated to a generous opportunity: you can choose whatever you would like to be in the next life. Would you like to be a member of the opposite sex? Born into royalty? A philosopher with bottomless profundity? A soldier facing triumphant battles?

But perhaps you’ve just returned here from a hard life. Perhaps you were tortured by the enormity of the decisions and responsibilities that surrounded you, and now there’s only one thing you yearn for: simplicity. That’s permissible. So for the next round, you choose to be a horse. You covet the bliss of that simple life: afternoons of grazing in grassy fields, the handsome angles of your skeleton and the prominence of your muscles, the peace of the slow-flicking tail or the steam rifling through your nostrils as you lope across snow-blanketed plains.

You announce your decision. Incantations are muttered, a wand is waved, and your body begins to metamorphose into a horse. Your muscles start to bulge; a mat of strong hair erupts to cover you like a comfortable blanket in winter. The thickening and lengthening of your neck immediately feels normal as it comes about. Your carotid arteries grow in diameter, your fingers blend hoofward, your knees stiffen, your hips strengthen, and meanwhile, as your skull lengthens into its new shape, your brain races in its changes: your cortex retreats as your cerebellum grows, the homunculus melts man to horse, neurons redirect, synapses unplug and replug on their way to equestrian patterns, and your dream of understanding what it is like to be a horse gallops toward you from the distance. Your concern about human affairs begins to slip away, your cynicism about human behavior melts, and even your human way of thinking begins to drift away from you.

Suddenly, for just a moment, you are aware of the problem you overlooked. The more you become a horse, the more you forget the original wish. You forget what it was like to be a human wondering what it was like to be a horse.

This moment of lucidity does not last long. But it serves as the punishment for your sins, a Promethean entrails-pecking moment, crouching half-horse halfman, with the knowledge that you cannot appreciate the destination without knowing the starting point; you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives. And that’s not the worst of your revelation. You realize that the next time you return here, with your thick horse brain, you won’t have the capacity to ask to become a human again. You won’t understand what a human is. Your choice to slide down the intelligence ladder is irreversible. And just before you lose your final human faculties, you painfully ponder what magnificent extraterrestrial creature, enthralled with the idea of finding a simpler life, chose in the last round to become a human.

 

An excerpt from the book SUM by David Eagleman

http://www.davideagleman.com/descent.html

Namaste

My loving “No” to you | Iana Roy

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How beautiful is this poem! Truly empowering words 🙂

My loving “No” to you | Iana Roy.

Dear one:

When I say “no”
It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

It means I offer you a wall.

I hear you scream
For the wall to disappear
And somewhere my heart hears you
And cries with you.

But as my “no” comes
From a true place of Heart
I will find the courage
To keep this wall strong for you.

And I will pray
That you see it
As an opportunity
As a springboard.

Push it, test it
As much as you want
I will be on the other side
Keeping this wall strong for you

Until you find

The courage and faith
To turn your back to the wall
And find another way
Your luminous and unique way.

And it is because
I know you can find it
That I will wait for you
Somewhere on your new road.

So we can connect again
Way more strong and wise
Even if it is in silence
Only from heart to heart.

Dear one, when I say “no”
It is my way to say:

I want to love you
So much more.

Gibran Khalil Gibran

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Were you still alive on this plane of existence…
Happy Remembrance day to one beautiful soul, alchemist, philosopher, sage, and human being. Gibran Khalil Gibran. May you ever protect and watch over our beloved home, Lebanon, with your love, wisdom, and truth.

Gibran Khalil Gibran
January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931

 Gibran Khalil Gibran January 6, 1883 - April 10, 1931 'For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?'

Gibran Khalil Gibran
January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931
‘For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?’

 

murmure du silence, khalil gibranMurmure du silence (whispers of silence) Painting by Gibran Khalil Gibran

Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it 
for an ambiguous refusal
is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn’t live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists
to live a life not half a life

kamilah, gibran's mother

Kamilah, Khalil Gibran’s mother.

‘Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but are not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.’

 Sketch for Jesus the Son of Man, ca. 1923.


Sketch for Jesus the Son of Man, ca. 1923.

‘Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.’

Marianna, Gibran's sister, painted by Khalil Gibran

Marianna, Gibran’s sister, painted by Khalil Gibran

‘Do not be frightened, for I am now Truth, spared from swords and fire to reveal to the people the triumph of Love over War. I am Word uttering introduction to the play of happiness and peace.
Then the young man became speechless and his tears spoke the language of the heart; and the angels of Joy hovered about that dwelling, and the two hearts restored the singleness which had been taken from them.
At dawn the two stood in the middle of the field contemplating the beauty of Nature injured by the tempest. After a deep and comforting silence, the soldier said to his sweetheart, “Look at the Darkness, giving birth to the Sun.” ‘

Rest in Peace, جبران خليل جبران‎