My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted
old machine.
Some day I'll join him right there,
but now he's
gone with his shaggy coat,
his bad manners and his cold nose,
and
I, the materialist, who never believed
in any promised heaven in the
sky
for any human being,
I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.
Yes,
I believe in a heaven for all dogdom
where my dog waits for my
arrival
waving his fan-like tail in friendship.
Ai, I'll not
speak of sadness here on earth,
of having lost a companion
who was
never servile.
His friendship for me, like that of a porcupine
withholding
its authority,
was the friendship of a star, aloof,
with no more
intimacy than was called for,
with no exaggerations:
he never
climbed all over my clothes
filling me full of his hair or his mange,
he
never rubbed up against my knee
like other dogs obsessed with sex.
No,
my dog used to gaze at me,
paying me the attention I need,
the
attention required
to make a vain person like me understand
that,
being a dog, he was wasting time,
but, with those eyes so much purer
than mine,
he'd keep on gazing at me
with a look that reserved for
me alone
all his sweet and shaggy life,
always near me, never
troubling me,
and asking nothing.
Ai, how many times have I
envied his tail
as we walked together on the shores of the sea
in
the lonely winter of Isla Negra
where the wintering birds filled the
sky
and my hairy dog was jumping about
full of the voltage of the
sea's movement:
my wandering dog, sniffing away
with his golden
tail held high,
face to face with the ocean's spray.
Joyful,
joyful, joyful,
as only dogs know how to be happy
with only the
autonomy
of their shameless spirit.
There are no good-byes for
my dog who has died,
and we don't now and never did lie to each
other.
So now he's gone and I buried him,
and that's all there
is to it.
Pablo Neruda
And a merchant said, "Speak to us of Buying and Selling."
And
he answered and said:
To you the earth yields her fruit, and
you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.
It is
in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and
be satisfied.
Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly
justice, it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.
When
in the market place you toilers of the sea and fields and vineyards
meet the weavers and the potters and the gatherers of spices, -
Invoke
then the master spirit of the earth, to come into your midst and
sanctify the scales and the reckoning that weighs value against value.
And
suffer not the barren-handed to take part in your transactions, who
would sell their words for your labour.
To such men you should
say,
"Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the
sea and cast your net;
For the land and the sea shall be
bountiful to you even as to us."
And if there come the singers
and the dancers and the flute players, - buy of their gifts also.
For
they too are gatherers of fruit and frankincense, and that which they
bring, though fashioned of dreams, is raiment and food for your soul.
And
before you leave the marketplace, see that no one has gone his way with
empty hands.
For the master spirit of the earth shall not sleep
peacefully upon the wind till the needs of the least of you are
satisfied.
Khalil Gibran
این عید بزرگ را به همه دوستان تبریک گفته و ظهورش را از درگاه احدیت آرزومندم .
مرا به زمزمه خاک و آب محرم کن به رازِ قدسيِ يک عشق ناب محرم کن
شما هنگامی سخن می گویید که در اندیشه های خود در صلح و آرامش بسر نمی برید و هنگامی که نمی توانید در عزلت قلب خویش زندگی کنید زندگی را در لبهای خویش ادامه می دهید و صدا برای شما سرگرمی و تفریح است. و در بسیاری از سخنان شما اندیشه ها کم و بیش قربانی می شوند. "جبران"
با تشکر از
هر زمان که عشق اشارتی کرد در پی او بشتابید.وقتی که عاشق می شویدمگویید
"خداوند در قلب من است "بلکه بگویید من در قلب خداوند جای دارم .اگر شما
عاشقیدو آرزویی می جویید آرزو کنید که رنج بیش از حد مهربان بودن را تجربه
کنید.آرزو کنید که زخم خورده عشق باشید و خون شما با رغبت و شادی به زمین
ریزد.آرزو کنید که سپیده دم برخیزیدو بالهای قلبتان را بگشاییدو سپاس
گوییدکه یک روز دیگر از حیات عشق به شما عطا شده است .آرزو کنید که هنگام
ظهر بیاسایید و به وجد و هیجان عشق بیندیشید.آرزو کنید که شب هنگام با دلی
حق شناس و پر سپاس به خانه باز آیید.و به خواب روید،با دعایی در دل برای
معشوق و آوازی بر لب در ستایش او.
دین من عشق است و مرکب عشق مرا به هر کجا خواهد سوق می دهد.
آری عشق برای عشق کافیسـت.
"نقطه عشق نمودم به تو هان سهو مکن "
برگرفته از کتاب پیامبر نوشته جبران خلیل جبران
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