Some words pass through us quickly and vanish into the air; some words go deep into our flesh and change the way we think, speak and feel. KAHLIL GIBRAN’s words definitely fall into second category. He is one of my all-time favourite poets….
I have no words to express the profound impact of his poetry on me. I want to share his words on ‘Love’ with you people.
So much of meaning in life comes from the willingness to accept and lean onto the things which make us vulnerable.
“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.”
And here he tells us what love does to the people;
“For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so he is for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tender branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth”
After few lines, he explains the need for vulnerability in our lives. If you fear for your vulnerability and seek only happiness in life then u cannot laugh all your laughter and you can not weep all your tears. To know the value of them, you must experience being vulnerable.
“But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the season less world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.”
And he says that we cannot direct the course of love and I absolutely agree with that…..
“And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.”
And as his lines on love shows us…..love is a process, not an outcome. If you love, let these be your desires:
“To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love,
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of living;
To rest at noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.”
Hope you people love this poem too…..
_ Jahnavi Chowdary