Monday, May 11, 2009

THE PROPHET

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“Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, peak to us of eating and drinking.
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of it’s mother’s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,
And let your board stand an alter on which the pure and the innocent of the forest and the plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in man.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
‘By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed.
For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.’
And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,
‘Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath,
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.’
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart,
‘I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,
And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels.’
And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;
And let there be a song of remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyards, and for the winepress.”
-KAHLIL GIBRAN