Poetry

Kahlil Gibran

A favourite writer of mine. Some inspiration for you all to read.

The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Finally this piece…It is without a doubt one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever read.

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

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Who is your inspiration? Share some of your most treasured words here in the comments section if you wish.

In Peace

Paul x

Haibun, Love

Bows and archers

This week the Ligo Haibun Challenge is a Quote prompt.

The choice is between these: my choice in bold

“Harmony makes small things grow,  lack of it makes great things decay”  Sallust

or

“Never was anything great achieved without danger” Niccolo Machiavelli

To add to the challenge a minimum word count of 345 is added.

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Rising and falling.

Our communion is born of heartfelt intention. We dance the same dance. Sing the same song. We are as one but we are two. Time ticks. Slowly at first. So slowly that every breath is seen and heard. Every smile is noticed and returned. Every moment is devoured. We dance through our own slow motion technicolor movie and we laugh. Oh how we laugh. Touch is everything. Electric and exciting. Sensual and soft. Whispering like breath on the skin. We run through fields of flowers, fertile soils wetted beneath April showers. This is our spring. Wild and carefree. Just the two of us. One heart. This heart, bursting now to shower the world with blossom-like rains. So this is how love feels? Summer brings with her a child. A magical incarnation. A blessing. Now we two are three. Time ticks slowly still and we watch now, this child, dance her own dance around ours. Summer sun fades as we witness the arrival of another and then again.

Moment to moment we live.

By autumnal arrival we are five. The dance is more complex now and each voice calls it’s own call. And we two are outnumbered by these three. The pace and direction of the dance unknown and they pull in many directions but we allow it to unfold remembering to hold our ground when we must. For their sake. For the sake of harmony.For the sake of diversity.Small is beautiful and this is our wee tribe. Our dear tribe. Our life force dancing it’s own merry dance. Gibran’s archers are we and they the arrows of the future we may never see. It is how we wish it. We two. Let them fly. Winter comes and with it they are gone. Dancing their own steps, singing their own songs. Echoes of them everywhere. There is such joy in their dancing. Such life. Such energy. We love them. We remain. Two strong trees that have given shelter and shade, nourishment and a place to play. Given everything. We two.We love them. With the one heart. The dance goes on.

Ebbing and flowing.

 

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I have succeeded in making the word count.

345 words  felt a lot longer to me than my usual Haibun and it was most definitely a Challenge.

I also played around with the Haiku here, placing it between the lines…in the’ space’ as it were…an unconscious  reference to my last Haibun’s theme perhaps?