Wisdom and I

[Guest guest]

In the silence of the night, Wisdom came into my chamber and stood by

my bed. She gazed upon me like a loving mother, dried my tears, and

said :

 

"I have heard the cries of your soul, and have come here to

comfortyou. Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.

Ask, and I shall show you the path of Truth."

 

I complied her with bidding, and asked :

 

"Who am I, Wisdom, and how came I to this place of horrors? What

are these mighty hopes, these mountains of books, and these strange

figures? What are these thoughts that come and go like a flock of

doves? What are these words we compose with desire and write down in

joy? What are these sorrowful and joyous conclusion that embrace my

soul and enveloped my heart? Whose are these eyes that stare at me

and pierce the very inmost recesses of my soul, and yet are oblivious

of my grief? What are these voices that lament the passing of my days

and chant the praises of my childhood? Who is this youth that toys

with my desires and mocks my feelings, forgetting the deeds of

yesterday, contenting himself against the slow approach of tomorrow?

 

"What is this dreadful world that moves me and to what unknown

land?

 

"What is this earth that opens wide her jaws to swallow our

bodies and prepares an everlasting shelter for greed? Who is this Man

who contents himself with the favors of Fortunes and craves a kiss

from the lips of Life while Death smites him in the face? Who is this

Man who buys a moment of pleasure with a year of repentance and gives

himself over to sleep, while dreams call to him? Who is this Man who

swims on the waves of Ignorance towards the gulf of Darkness?

 

"Tell me, Wisdom, what are all these things?"

 

And Wisdom open her lips and spoke :

" You Man, would see the world with the eyes of God, and would

grasp the secrets of the hereafter by means of human thoughts. Such

is the fruit of Ignorance.

 

Go into the field, and see how the bee hovers over the sweet flowers

and the eagle swoops down on its prey. Go, into your neighbor's

house and see the infant child bewitched by the firelight, while the

mother is busied at her task. Be like the bee, and do not waste your

spring days gazing on the doings of the eagle. Be like the child

rejoicing at the firelight and let the mother be. All that you see

was, and still is, yours.

 

The many books and strange figures and the lovely thoughts around you

are ghosts of the spirits that have been before you. The words your

lips utter are the link in the chain that binds you and your fellow

men. The sorrowful and joyful conclusions are the seeds sown by the

past in the field of your soul to be reaped by the future.

 

"The youth that toys with your desires is he who will open the

gate

of your heart for light to enter. The earth that opens wide her mouth

to swallow man and his works is the redeemer of our souls from

bondage to our bodies.

 

The world that moves with you is your heart, which is the world

itself. And Man, whom you deem so small and ignorant, is God's

messenger who has come to learn the joy of life through sorrow and

gain knowledge from ignorance"

 

Thus spoke Wisdom, and laid a hand upon my burning brow, saying :

 

" March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move towards

perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns or the sharp stones on

Life's path"

>From the treasured writings of Kahlil Gibran

[Guest guest]

Ah, thank you! Beautiful words!

 

, "N. Madasamy"

<ashwini_puralasamy> wrote:

> In the silence of the night, Wisdom came into my chamber and stood

by

> my bed. She gazed upon me like a loving mother, dried my tears, and

> said :

>

> "I have heard the cries of your soul, and have come here to

> comfortyou. Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.

> Ask, and I shall show you the path of Truth."