One nostalgic night, Inday (in her element), sat in her favorite couch and began browsing Kahlil Gibran’s collection of poems in “The Prophet”. One of her favorites in the book was that part pertaining to Love with lines such as,
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.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.When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “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 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.
“What a paradoxical and profound literary work indeed. I know someday I will find my other half”, Inday uttered calmly.
She grabbed her ipod and shuffled Nina’s Someday before eventually going to bed.
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April 5th, 2008 at 9:34 am
wow! emo na rin si inday!
April 5th, 2008 at 5:37 pm
inday ur blog is getting and getting booooooring:(
April 5th, 2008 at 6:15 pm
“Go to your fields and gardens, and you will learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey from the flower. But, it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to bee. To both bee and flower, the giving and receiving of pleasure is a gift and an ecstasy.” ….Inday, I am your bee…este, your other half.
April 6th, 2008 at 10:20 am
mapa-emo man o hindi, nosebleed pa rin si inday.
wakeke!
April 6th, 2008 at 3:39 pm
Wtf?
April 8th, 2008 at 12:52 pm
she can be nosebleed at times.
but she can also relate to some other things like love.
wow naman.
April 9th, 2008 at 11:06 am
talo pa ko ni inday. may ipod. haha.
April 12th, 2008 at 9:47 pm
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April 13th, 2008 at 6:52 pm
it is my first time here and i love your blog… you crack me up … i hope its ok that i add you on my site. God bless and more power!
April 15th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
Panalo si Inday! She shuffled her Ipod! Wooo!
May 1st, 2008 at 3:05 pm
grabe.ang ganda nung poem. =)
May 6th, 2008 at 5:06 pm
ganda ng poem. d lang pang-emo yun. deep..
May 26th, 2008 at 9:49 pm
ang ganda ng poem!
June 7th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
damn.! your so deep dude.
and nice poem.!
sorry for the foul word
June 10th, 2008 at 2:39 pm
indeed very profound