Website review: Kahlil Gibran Online (Gibran Khalil...
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Medea89 rated 10 months ago- Amazing poet, Philosopher, artist and prophet, his books speak to our hearts with such beautiful language... From the page: "Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed, For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart, I am in the heart of God." And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself." The Prophet Kahlil Gibran Splash
- Californiadreamn rated 11 months ago
- The professors in the academy say, "Do not make the model more beautiful than she is," and my soul whispers, "O if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is." (Extract from one of Gibran's letters dated 8th November 1908)
- jim131314 rated 12 months ago
The Three Ants Three ants met on the nose of a man who was lying asleep in the sun. And after they had saluted one another, each according to the custom of his tribe, they stood there conversing. The first one said, "These hills and plains are the most barren I have known. I have searched all day for a grain of some sort, and there is none to be found." Said the second ant, "I too have found nothing, though I have visited every nook and glade. This is, I believe, what my people call the soft, moving land where nothing grows." Then the third ant raised his head and said, "My friends, we are standing now on the nose of the Supreme Ant, the mighty and infinite Ant, whose body is so great that we cannot see it, whose shadow is so vast that we cannot trace it, whose voice is so loud that we cannot hear it; and He is omnipresent." When the third ant spoke thus the other ants looked at each other and laughed. At that moment the man moved and in his sleep raised his hand and scratched his nose, and the three ants were crushed. Kahlil Gibran
- Moonrays rated 12 months ago
- From the Prophet poet! SAND AND FOAM .................. I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my foot-prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the shore will remain Forever. Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness. It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me. They say to me in their awakening, "You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea." And in my dream I say to them, "I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore." Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, "Who are you?" The first thought of God was an angel. The first word of God was a man. We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words. -Khalil Gibran.
- Botticelli rated 18 months ago
- Great place to access Kahlil Gibran's work. Long ago, he opened my eyes to a poetic view of spirituality.
- Globalgal rated 20 months ago
- 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. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart. 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 seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, 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 loving; To rest at the 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.
- compuveg rated 22 months ago
- I'm glad this is out there. Otherwise I never would have known that The Prophet was part of a trilogy. Who knows, someday I might read a book again.
- macdevotee rated 22 months ago
- Claimed to be "the world's largest Kahlil Gibran site," Kahlil Gibran Online offers "books, artwork, biography, news, and more." Although other artists with a similar style are included, the main focus, of course, is the inspirational and thought-provoking works of Kahlil Gibran (1883 Lebanon - 1931 New York City), the famous artist and poet who is probably best known today as author of the beautifully spiritual and poetic book, The Prophet. This site is a real gem to find and peruse--not only for Gibran fans, but also for those who have never heard of this remarkable man before now. My own introduction to Kahlil Gibran came in the form of a small 1965 volume of The Prophet that was given to me in 1966 by a dear friend. That book became an instant all-time favorite of mine; but I knew next to nothing about the author, and I thoughtlessly neglected to seek out more of his intriguing writing. Therefore, this site is a bonanza for me, not only for offering a great collection of biographical information, but also for making available the complete text of many of Gibran's books for FREE, along with much of his symbolic/visionary style artwork. Regarding the latter, I was surprised to discover through reading on this site that Gibran thought of himself primarily as a painter who also did some writing! In fact, one of the writers about Gibran, Professor John Walbridge, gives us the following fascinating insight into Gibran's work: "Like a painting, a Gibran prose poem uses a vivid but essentially static image to tell us how we should feel about some aspect of our experience. It does not tell us how we ought to understand this link of emotion and experience. Gibran does not tell us what we ought to do but rather questions the assumptions on which we have based the habitual actions of our life. ...The simplicity of his style gave it a timelessness and universality that have allowed his works to survive and exercise their appeal even in translation." That last point is particularly important, I think, especially for those who may hesitate to read a book (or Website in this case) that they might understandably assume holds little meaning for them because of a religious-sounding title or because it was written by some dead guy with an Arabic-sounding name (who, by the way, lived in America since he was 12). "Timelessness and universality" mean that Gibran's writing is able to cut across time and speak directly to people of vastly diverse cultures and religions (including no religion). In fact, that's just what I find particularly compelling about his writing: that, although deeply spiritual, Gibran's writing is NOT about organized religions, which all too often have a tendency to interfere with, and sometimes even oppress, the natural direct spirituality that is freely available to those who are open to it. This concept is clearly expressed by Gibran in these selected excerpts from The Prophet : "Your daily life is your temple and your religion. Whenever you enter into it take with you your all." "No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge. The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness. If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind." In conclusion, although Gibran was intensely serious about and in his writing, and I feel a haunting sense of tragedy that one so talented with so much yet to contribute died at only 48 years young, I enjoyed and wanted to share the following humorous vignette told by Gibran and excerpted from "Juliet Thompson Remembers Kahlil Gibran as told to Marzieh Gail:" "'I was writing in my notebook in the snow. A big policeman came along.' "'Whatcha doin'?' "'Writing.' "'Writing? Are you an Englishman?' "'No.' "'Are you a Frenchman?' "'No.' "'What are you?' "'A Syrian.' "'Oh. Know anything about that Syrian - think his name is Kayleel Guibran - fellow who writes books?' "'I think so.' "'Well, since he came into the life of our home there's never been any peace in it. I used to have a good wife. Now she don't do nuthin all day long but read that Kayleel Guibran...
- niewo50 rated 23 months ago
- Dead Are My People Gone are my people, but I exist yet, Lamenting them in my solitude... Dead are my friends, and in their Death my life is naught but great Disaster. The knolls of my country are submerged By tears and blood, for my people and My beloved are gone, and I am here Living as I did when my people and my Beloved were enjoying life and the Bounty of life, and when the hills of My country were blessed and engulfed By the light of the sun. My people died from hunger, and he who Did not perish from starvation was Butchered with the sword; and I am Here in this distant land, roaming Amongst a joyful people who sleep Upon soft beds, and smile at the days While the days smile upon them. My people died a painful and shameful Death, and here am I living in plenty And in peace...This is deep tragedy Ever-enacted upon the stage of my Heart; few would care to witness this Drama, for my people are as birds with Broken wings, left behind the flock. (...) (Gibran Khalil Gibran, lebanese poet, 1883/1931) thanks to crshankrow
- Miah56 rated 24 months ago
- Comprehensive. Writings available in their entirety to read "e" or for download.
