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And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and hesaid to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leaderof men."
But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be amusician, and naught but a musician shall I be."
But even at that age my language was not understood--and great wasmy astonishment.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and thenurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upontheir spirits) the soothsayer still lives. And yesterday I met himnear the gates of the temple; and while we were talking togetherhe said, "I have always known you would become a great musician.Even in your infancy I prophesied and foretold your future."
And I believed him--for now I too have forgotten the language ofthat other world.
The Pomegranate
Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seedsaying, "Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing inmy
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The Madman
His Parables and Poems
By Kahlil Gibran
You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long
before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all
my masks were stolen,โthe seven masks I have fashioned an worn in
seven lives,โI ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting,
โThieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.โ
Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear
of me.
And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top
cried, โHe is a madman.โ I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed
my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I
cried, โBlessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.โ
Thus I became a madman.
And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from
being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in
us.
But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail
is safe from another thief.
God
In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, โMaster,
I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee
for ever more.โ
But God made no answer, and like a mighty tempest passed away.
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again
spoke unto God, saying, โCreator, I am thy creation. Out of clay
hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all.โ
And God made no answer, but like a thousand swift wings passed
away.
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, โFather, I am thy son. In pity and love
thou hast given me birth, and through love and worship I shall
inherit thy kingdom.โ
And God made no answer, and like the mist that veils the distant
hills he passed away.
And after a thousand years I climbed the sacred mountain and gain
spoke unto God, saying, โMy God, my aim and my fulfillment; I am
thy yesterday and thou are my tomorrow. I am thy root in the earth
and thou art my flower in the sky, and together we grow before the
face of the sun.โ
Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he enfolded me.
And when I descended to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
My Friend
My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wearโa
care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee
from my negligence.
The โIโ in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and
therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
doโfor my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my
deeds thy own hopes in action.
When thou sayest, โThe wind bloweth eastward,โ I say, โAye it doth
blow eastwardโ; for I would not have thee know that my mind doth
not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.
Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand. I would be at sea alone.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the starsโand I fain would not have thee hear or see. I
would be with night alone.
When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hellโeven then
thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, โMy companion, my
comrade,โ and I call back to thee, โMy comrade, my companionโโfor
I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight
and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too
well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.
Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thy sake
say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart
I laught at thy love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter.
I would laugh alone.
My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art
perfectโand I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And
yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.
My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee
understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand
in hand.
The Scarecrow
Once I said to a scarecrow, โYou must be tired of standing in this
lonely field.โ
And he said, โThe joy of scaring is a deep and lasting one, and I
never tire of it.โ
Said I, after a minute of thought, โIt is true; for I too have
known that joy.โ
Said he, โOnly those who are stuffed with straw can know it.โ
Then I left him, not knowing whether he had complimented or belittled
me.
A year passed, during which the scarecrow turned philosopher.
And when I passed by him again I saw two crows building a nest
under his hat.
The Sleep-Walkers
In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
And the mother spoke, and she said: โAt last, at last, my enemy!
You by whom my youth was destroyedโwho have built up your life
upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!โ
And the daughter spoke, and she said: โO hateful woman, selfish
and old! Who stand between my freer self and me! Who would have
my life an echo of your own faded life! Would you were dead!โ
At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke. The mother said
gently, โIs that you, darling?โ And the daughter answered gently,
โYes, dear.โ
The Wise Dog
One day there passed by a company of cats a wise dog.
And as he came near and saw that they were very intent and heeded
him not, he stopped.
Then there arose in the midst of the company a large, grave cat and
looked upon them and said, โBrethren, pray ye; and when ye have
prayed again and yet again, nothing doubting, verily then it shall
rain mice.โ
And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, โO blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and supplication is not mice but bones.โ
The Two Hermits
Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who worshipped God
and loved one another.
Now these two hermits had one earthen bowl, and this was their only
possession.
One day an evil spirit entered into the heart of the older hermit
and he came to the younger and said, โIt is long that we have
lived together. The time has come for us to part. Let us divide
our possessions.โ
Then the younger hermit was saddened and he said, โIt grieves
me, Brother, that thou shouldst leave me. But if thou must needs
go, so be it,โ and he brought the earthen bowl and gave it to him
saying, โWe cannot divide it, Brother, let it be thine.โ
Then the older hermit said, โCharity I will not accept. I will
take nothing but mine own. It must be divided.โ
And the younger one said, โIf the bowl be broken, of what use would
it be to thee or to me? If it be thy pleasure let us rather cast
a lot.โ
But the older hermit said again, โI will have but justice and mine
own, and I will not trust justice and mine own to vain chance. The
bowl must be divided.โ
Then the younger hermit could reason no further and he said, โIf
it be indeed thy will, and if even so thou wouldst have it let us
now break the bowl.โ
But the face of the older hermit grew exceedingly dark, and he
cried, โO thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.โ
On Giving and Taking
Once there lived a man who had a valley-full of needles. And one
day the mother of Jesus came to him and said: โFriend, my sonโs
garment is torn and I must needs mend it before he goeth to the
temple. Wouldst thou not give me a needle?โ
And he gave her not a needle, but he gave her a learned discourse
on Giving and Taking to carry to her son before he should go to
the temple.
The Seven Selves
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:
First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night. I can bear my fate no longer, and now I rebel.
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