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More Gibran

More from Gibran ….

The White Torch
BY
Khalil Gibran

The month of Nisan had nearly passed. I continued to visit the home of Farris Effendi and to meet Selma in that beautiful garden, gazing upon her beauty, marvelling at her intelligence, and hearing the stillness of sorrow. I felt an invisible hand drawing me to her.

Every visit gave me a new meaning to her beauty and a new insight into her sweet spirit, Until she became a book whose pages I could understand and whose praises I could sing, but which I could never finish reading. A woman whom Providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which we can understand only by love, and touch only by virtue; and when we attempt to describe such a woman she disappears like vapour.

Selma Karamy had bodily and spiritual beauty, but how can I describe her to one who never knew her? Can a dead man remember the singing of a nightingale and the fragrance of a rose and the sigh of a brook? Can a prisoner who is heavily loaded with shackles follow the breeze of the dawn? Is not silence more painful than death? Does pride prevent me from describing Selma in plain words since I cannot draw her truthfully with luminous colours? A hungry man in a desert will not refuse to eat dry bread if Heaven does not shower him with manna and quails.

In her white silk dress, Selma was slender as a ray of moonlight coming through the window. She walked gracefully and rhythmically. Her voice was low and sweet; words fell from her lips like drops of dew falling from the petals of flowers when they are disturbed by the wind.

But Selma’s face! No words can describe its expression, reflecting first great internal suffering, then heavenly exaltation.

The beauty of Selma’s face was not classic; it was like a dream of revelation which cannot be measured or bound or copied by the brush of a painter or the chisel of a sculptor. Selma’s beauty was not in her golden hair, but in the virtue of purity which surrounded it; not in her large eyes, but in the light which emanated from them; not in her red lips, but in the sweetness of her words; not in her ivory neck, but in its slight bow to the front. Nor was it in her perfect figure, but in the nobility of her spirit, burning like a white torch between earth and sky. her beauty was like a gift of poetry. But poets care unhappy people, for, no matter how high their spirits reach, they will still be enclosed in an envelope of tears.

Selma was deeply thoughtful rather than talkative, and her silence was a kind of music that carried one to a world of dreams and made him listen to the throbbing of his heart, and see the ghosts of his thoughts and feelings standing before him, looking him in the eyes.

She wore a cloak of deep sorrow through her life, which increased her strange beauty and dignity, as a tree in blossom is more lovely when seen through the mist of dawn.

Sorrow linked her spirit and mine, as if each saw in the other’s face what the heart was feeling and heard the echo of a hidden voice. God had made two bodies in one, and separation could be nothing but agony.

The sorrowful spirit finds rest when united with a similar one. They join affectionately, as a stranger is cheered when he sees another stranger in a strange land. Hearts that are united through the medium of sorrow will not be separated by the glory of happiness. Love that is cleansed by tears will remain externally pure and beautiful.
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Just wonderful :-)

From Neale, I thought it was something to think about :-)

On this day of your life, I believe God wants you to know that peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek,
but a means by which we arrive at that goal.

Martin Luther King Jr. said that, and he was right. And
his wisdom holds true not only for peace in our world,
but for peace within ourselves.

All of our spiritual traditions teach the same thing. To
achieve peace, be peace. Yet how does one be what
one is wishing to experience? By a sheer act of Will.

And…by causing others to experience what you wish
to experience.
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And by this I don´t mean we should have a boring sunday, we can still have adventures, but we should stop killing each other :-)

Love Jessica

Reading more Gibran and found another beautiful thing he wrote :-)

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And now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?”

Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,

But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.
People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.
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Love Jessica

have started read about Job .. very interesting :-)
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The Book of Job helps us to understand the following: Satan cannot bring financial and physical destruction upon us unless it is by God’s permission. God has power over what Satan can and cannot do. It is beyond our human ability to understand the “why’s” behind all the suffering in the world. The wicked will receive their just dues. We cannot always blame our suffering and sin on our lifestyles. Suffering may sometimes be allowed in our lives to purify, test, teach or strengthen the soul. God remains enough, deserves and requests our love and praise in all circumstances of life.
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Love One Another

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

Khalil Gibran

Wisdom of Do Nothing / Adyashanti

About being a warrior … we all are in different ways :-)
We have sorrow and pain and happiness in our life.
It makes us become a deeper and more understanding person I think. We can only understand another person when we have walked in their shoes.
All the things we are forced to survive in different ways makes us stronger (if we don´t die from it).
I have had things happen in my life which I couldn´t choose such as sickness and accidents.
I think it has a meaning and I have learned by theese painful experinces.

So I´m thankful for theese expierences, because it has learned me a lot.

Love Jessica

Have been on healing with a wonderful women, and also gained some more insight.
She is honest and wise and sais what se sees but also she is caring at the same time.

What would I do without her?

Shes my angel :-)

Just a quote I found :-)

The truly wise teacher offers you not his own knowledge, but instead leading you to your own treasure inside your own head. -Khalil Gibran

A poem from ShantiMayis book: In our hearts we know.

You seek was is already yours
You travel home
For ever home
East and west
Nort and South
Zenit and Nadir
Unimaginably
Immeasurable
In the simplicity of the everyday
Come home

Love Jessica

Soulmate

Indian quote 2010.01.05

In the beginning of all things, wisdom and knowledge were with the animals, for Tirawa, the One Above, did not speak directly to man. He sent certain animals to tell men that he showed himself through the beast, and that from them, and from the stars and the sun and moon should man learn.. all things tell of Tirawa.

All things in the world are two. In our minds we are two, good and evil. With our eyes we see two things, things that are fair and things that are ugly.... We have the right hand that strikes and makes for evil, and we have the left hand full of kindness, near the heart. One foot may lead us to an evil way, the other foot may lead us to a good. So are all things two, all two.

Sick and tired

See who I am

Someday

I was hiking in the woods today and then I saw a Golden Eagle and a raven. This amazed me indeed :-) I looked them up in the book of "the language of the animals". And this talked straight to my heart.

UFO or missile

I was thinking of spreading the good waves when I saw this :-)
Very interesting indeed.

meditation 2010.01.02

I have been meditating again this time this popped up in my mind:

Choose joy.
Walk the path which give you most joy, then you can overflow to other people even more.

Love again Jessica

meditation 2010.01.01

I have been meditating yesterday and this came to me in this calm moment :-)
<3
Together we can performe even bigger miracles.
We have to restore the balance of the earth.
That we can do by helping each other.

Balance between male – female, balance between the religions, poor – rich, science – spirituality and so on.

Respect and try to understand the other persons view of life.
Don´t be scared of the unknown.
We all see things from different perspectives.
Together we can see the true picture of life.
What we give comes back to us – the law of karma and attraction.
<3

Much love from Jessica