The Garden Of The Prophet (1)

    Almustafa, to urned to tich of remembrance.

    And as ood upon its prow, and  .

    And ;Beo to t is t she riddle save our own passion?

    quot;to t anoto sound  ry of our  on rock and sand?

    quot;For t needs turn to mist. tless nebulae o t become mist once more and learn of t is t so ts except it be broken unto passion and freedom?

    quot;For ever s of t  breaks  nurses our deeper sorro it is also to form and fasiny.quot;

    t;Master, you ained our longing for t you speak of sorro s;

    And ;Did I not speak of freedom, and of t  it is in pain I make pilgrimage to to a g of one slain come to kneel before t;

    And anot;Beitudes on told even to a you.quot;

    And Almustafa looked afar upon titudes, and  .

    t reaty.

    And ;And er ant land. it I  t I  do t  fall to to them for bread and wine.

    quot;I kno , but the sky.

    quot;Even so, loves ill upon me, and you, my mariners, still sail my vision, and I s be dumb. I s w, and I s;

    And troubled in ts because ;Master, teacand.quot;

    t;Brougo to be a teac yet oo young am I and too verdant to speak of aug self, whe deep.

    quot;Let  in ttercup or in a pincill till I s dreaming t  I s;

    And noered to tood once more amongst  cry arose from ts so t thin him.

    And t aing  , for t: quot; I s open my lips t t to t.quot;

    t;t;

    And enderness, for it hered her.

    And ;t my longing arry rod, nor did I sound ts times measurements and times soundings.

    quot;ts t ion. Yet parting is naug an exion of t parted.quot;

    And Almustafa looked upon tal and toucenance; and upon t of longing and of questioning. And one spoke and said: quot;Master, life  bitterly s are troubled, and  understand. I pray you, comfort us, and open to us t;

    And  ;Life is older ty iful rutrut tered.

    quot;Life sings in our silences, and dreams in our slumber. Even he day, and is free even when we drag our chains.

    quot;Oftentimes ter names, but only able, but only  is drunken h over-mindfulness of self.

    quot;Life is deep and ant; and t vision can reac, yet s, test cry becomes a spring and an autumn in .

    quot;And Life is veiled and er self is  urn also into ;

    And  silence enfolded ted of their aching.

    And  traigo hers.

    And ter  it  of all o spread t of er the manner of his people.

    But tain of ;Suffer o go upon ;

    And eps, for t ain of told trained t of their desire.

    Only Karima  after tle  turned and  unto ree s, yet s wherefore.

    And Almustafa came and found tered in, and closed te t no man miger him.

    And for forty days and forty nig alone in t  Garden, and none came, not even unto te, for it  he would be alone.

    And e t t come in.

    And to be  cogethese were his disciples.

    And on a morning  around ances and remembrances in  disciple er, tell us of ty of Orp land ;

    And Almustafa , and oo ettle in his silence.

    t;My friends and my road-felloy tion t is full of beliefs and empty of religion.

    quot;Pity tion t  does not s a bread it does not , and drinks a  flo from its own winepress.

    quot;Pity tion t acclaims t deems ttering conqueror bountiful.

    quot;Pity tion t despises a passion in its dream, yet submits in its awakening.

    quot;Pity tion t raises not its voice save s not except he block.

    quot;Pity tion esman is a fox,  of patching and mimicking.

    quot;Pity tion t s nerumpetings, and fareo rumpetings again.

    quot;Pity tion  in the cradle.

    quot;Pity tion divided into fragments, eac deeming itself a nation.quot;