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(00:00):
Chapter eight, on Joy and Sorrow. Then a woman said, speak to
us of joy and sorrow. Andhe answered, your joy is your sorrow
unmasked, And the self same wellfrom which your laughter arises was oftentimes filled
with your tears. And how elsecan it be? The deeper that sorrow
(00:24):
carves into your being. The morejoy you can contain. Is not the
cup that holds your wine, thevery cup that was burned in the potters
oven. And is not the lutethat soothes your spirit, the very wood
that was hollowed with knives. Whenyou are joyous, look deep into your
heart, and you shall find itis only that which has given you sorrow
(00:47):
that is giving you joy. Whenyou are sorrowful, look again in your
heart, and you shall see that, in truth you are weeping for that
which has been your delight. Someof you say joy is greater than sorrow,
and others say, nay, sorrowis the greater. But I say
unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits
(01:14):
alone with you at your board,remember that the other is asleep upon your
bed. Verily, you are suspendedlike scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty. Areyou at standstill and balanced when the
treasure keeper lifts you to weigh hisgold and his silver. Needs, must
(01:34):
your joy or your sorrow rise orfall? Chapter nine on houses. Then
a mason came forth and said,speak to us of houses. And he
answered, and said, build ofyour imaginings a bower in the wilderness.
(01:56):
Ere you build a house within thecity walls. And even as you have
homecomings in your twilight, so asthe wanderer in you the ever distant and
alone, Your house is your largerbody. It grows in the sun and
sleeps in the stillness of the night. And it is not dreamless. Does
(02:16):
not your house dream and dreaming leavethe city for grove or hilltop? Would
that I could gather your houses intomy hand, and like a sower scatter
them in forest and meadow. Wouldthe valleys were your streets, and the
green paths your alleys, that youmight seek one another through vineyards, and
(02:38):
come with the fragrance of the earthin your garments. But these things are
not yet to be. In theirfear, your forefathers gathered you too near
together, And that fear shall endurea little longer. A little longer shall
your city walls. Separate your hearthsfrom your fields. And tell me,
(02:59):
people of files, what have youin these houses? And what is it
you guard with fastened doors? Haveyou peace, the quiet urge that reveals
your power? Have you remembrances,the glimmering arches that span the summits of
the mind. Have you beauty thatleads the heart from things fashioned of wood
(03:22):
and stone to the holy mountain?Tell me, have you these in your
houses? Or have you only comfort? And the lust for comfort, that
stealthy thing that enters the house asa guest, and then becomes a host,
and then a master high, andit becomes a tamer, and with
(03:44):
hook and scourge, makes puppets ofyour larger desires. Though its hands are
silken, its heart is of iron. It lulls you to sleep, only
to stand by your bed and jeerat the dignity of the flesh. It
makes mock of your sound senses andlays them in thistle down like fragile vessels.
(04:05):
Verily, the lust for comfort murdersthe passion of the soul, and
then walks grinning in the funeral.But you, children of space, you
restless in rest, you shall notbe trapped nor tamed. Your house shall
be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film
(04:27):
that covers a wound, but aneyelid that guards the eye. You shall
not fold your wings that you maypass through doors, nor bend your heads
that they strike not against the ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should
crack and fall down. You shallnot dwell in tombs made by the dead
for the living. And though ofmagnificence and splendor, your house shall not
(04:53):
hold your secret, nor shelter yourlonging. For that which is boundless in
you abides the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist,
and whose windows are the songs andthe silences of night. Chapter ten on
(05:13):
clothes, and the weaver said,speak to us of clothes, And he
answered, your clothes conceal much ofyour beauty, Yet they hide not the
unbeautiful. And though you seek ingarments the freedom of privacy, you may
find in them a harness and achain. Would that you could meet the
(05:36):
sun and the wind with more ofyour skin and less of your raiment.
For the breath of life is inthe sunlight, and the hand of life
is in the wind. Some ofyou say, it is the north wind
who has woven the clothes we wear, And I say, aye, it
was the north wind. But shamewas as loom, and the oftening of
(06:00):
the sinews was his thread. Andwhen his work was done, he laughed
in the forest. Forget not thatmodesty as for a shield against the eye
of the unclean, And when theunclean shall be no more, what were
modesty but a fetter and a foulingof the mind. And forget not that
the earth delights to feel your barefeet, and the winds long to play
(06:25):
with your hair. Chapter eleven onbuying and selling. 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
(06:45):
you but know how to fill yourhands. It is in exchanging the gifts
of the earth that you shall findabundance and be satisfied. Yet, unless
the exchange be in love and kindlyjustice, it will but leave some to
greed and others to hunger. Whenin the market place you toilers of the
sea and fields and vineyards, meetthe weavers and the potters, and the
(07:10):
gatherers of spices. Invoke, thenthe master Spirit of the earth, to
come into your midst and sanctify thescales and the reckoning that weighs value against
value. And suffer not the barrenhanded to take part in your transactions.
Who would sell their words for yourlabor To such men, you should say,
(07:32):
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 tous. 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 infrank and sense. And that which they
(07:57):
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 masterSpirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully
upon the wind till the needs ofthe least of you are satisfied. Chapter
(08:20):
twelve, on crime and punishment.Then one of the judges of the city
stood forth and said, speak tous of crime and punishment. And he
answered, saying, it is whenyour spirit goes wandering upon the wind,
that you alone and unguarded commit awrong unto others and therefore unto yourself.
(08:45):
And for that wrong committed must youknock and wait awhile, unheeded at the
gate of the blessed. Like theocean is your god self. It remains
forever undefiled, and like the etherit lifts, but the winged, even
like the sun, is your God'sself. It knows not the ways of
(09:05):
the mole, nor seeks it theholes of the serpent. But your God's
Self dwells not alone in your being. Much in you is still man,
and much in you is not yetman, but a shapeless pigmy that walks
asleep in the mist, searching forits own awakening. And of the man
(09:26):
in you would I now speak,For it is he, and not your
god self, nor the pigmy inthe mist, that knows crime and the
punishment of crime. Oftentimes have Iheard you speak of one who commits a
wrong, as though he were notone of you, but a stranger under
you, and an intruder upon yourworld. But I say that, even
(09:50):
as the holy and the righteous cannotrise beyond the highest which is in each
one of you, so the wickedand the weak cannot fall lower than the
the lowest, which is in youalso, And as a single leaf turns
not yellow, but with the silentknowledge of the whole tree, so the
wrong doer cannot do wrong without thehidden will of you. All like a
(10:15):
procession, you walk together towards yourGod's Self. You are the way and
the wayfarers. And when one ofyou falls down, he falls for those
behind him, a caution against thestumbling stone, Aye. And he falls
for those ahead of him, who, though faster and surer, afoot,
(10:35):
yet remove not the stumbling stone.And this also, though the word lie
heavy upon your hearts. The murderedis not unaccountable for his own murder,
and the robbed is not blameless inbeing robbed. The righteousness not innocent of
the deeds of the wicked, andthe white handed is not clean in the
(10:58):
doings of the felon. Yea.The guilty is oftentimes the victim of the
injured, and still more often thecondemned is the burden bearer for the guiltless
and unblamed. You cannot separate thejust from the unjust, and the good
from the wicked, For they standtogether before the face of the sun,
(11:18):
even as the black thread and thewhite are woven together, And when the
black thread breaks, the weaver shalllook into the whole cloth, and he
shall examine the loom. Also,if any of you would bring to judgment
the unfaithful wife, let him alsoweigh the heart of her husband in scales,
(11:39):
and measure his soul with measurements.And let him who would lash the
offender, look unto the spirit ofthe offended. And if any of you
would punish in the name of righteousnessand lay the axe unto the evil tree,
let him see to its roots,and verily he will find the roots
(12:00):
of the good and the bad,the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined
together in the silent heart of theearth. And you, judges, who
would be just? What judgment pronounceyou upon him who, though honest in
the flesh, yet is a thiefin spirit? What penalty lay you upon
(12:22):
him whose slays in the flesh,yet is himself slain in the spirit.
And how prosecute you him who,in action as a deceiver and an oppressor,
yet who also is aggrieved and outraged? And how shall you punish those
whose remorse is already greater than theirmisdeeds is not remorse the justice which is
(12:46):
administered by that very law which youwould fain serve. Yet you cannot lay
remorse upon the innocent, nor liftit from the heart of the guilty.
Unbidden shall it call in the nightthat men may wake and gaze upon themselves.
And you, who would understand justice, how shall you Unless you look
(13:07):
upon all deeds in the fullness oflight. Only then shall you know that
the erect and the fallen are butone man standing in twilight between the night
of his pygmy self and the dayof his god self, And that the
corner stone of the temple is nothigher than the lowest stone in its foundation.
(13:33):
End of section
Chapter eight, on Joy and Sorrow. Then a woman said, speak to
us of joy and sorrow. Andhe answered, your joy is your sorrow
unmasked, And the self same wellfrom which your laughter arises was oftentimes filled
with your tears. And how elsecan it be? The deeper that sorrow
(00:24):
carves into your being. The morejoy you can contain. Is not the
cup that holds your wine, thevery cup that was burned in the potters
oven. And is not the lutethat soothes your spirit, the very wood
that was hollowed with knives. Whenyou are joyous, look deep into your
heart, and you shall find itis only that which has given you sorrow
(00:47):
that is giving you joy. Whenyou are sorrowful, look again in your
heart, and you shall see that, in truth you are weeping for that
which has been your delight. Someof you say joy is greater than sorrow,
and others say, nay, sorrowis the greater. But I say
unto you, they are inseparable.Together they come, and when one sits
(01:14):
alone with you at your board,remember that the other is asleep upon your
bed. Verily, you are suspendedlike scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty. Areyou at standstill and balanced when the
treasure keeper lifts you to weigh hisgold and his silver. Needs, must
(01:34):
your joy or your sorrow rise orfall? Chapter nine on houses. Then
a mason came forth and said,speak to us of houses. And he
answered, and said, build ofyour imaginings a bower in the wilderness.
(01:56):
Ere you build a house within thecity walls. And even as you have
homecomings in your twilight, so asthe wanderer in you the ever distant and
alone, Your house is your largerbody. It grows in the sun and
sleeps in the stillness of the night. And it is not dreamless. Does
(02:16):
not your house dream and dreaming leavethe city for grove or hilltop? Would
that I could gather your houses intomy hand, and like a sower scatter
them in forest and meadow. Wouldthe valleys were your streets, and the
green paths your alleys, that youmight seek one another through vineyards, and
(02:38):
come with the fragrance of the earthin your garments. But these things are
not yet to be. In theirfear, your forefathers gathered you too near
together, And that fear shall endurea little longer. A little longer shall
your city walls. Separate your hearthsfrom your fields. And tell me,
(02:59):
people of files, what have youin these houses? And what is it
you guard with fastened doors? Haveyou peace, the quiet urge that reveals
your power? Have you remembrances,the glimmering arches that span the summits of
the mind. Have you beauty thatleads the heart from things fashioned of wood
(03:22):
and stone to the holy mountain?Tell me, have you these in your
houses? Or have you only comfort? And the lust for comfort, that
stealthy thing that enters the house asa guest, and then becomes a host,
and then a master high, andit becomes a tamer, and with
(03:44):
hook and scourge, makes puppets ofyour larger desires. Though its hands are
silken, its heart is of iron. It lulls you to sleep, only
to stand by your bed and jeerat the dignity of the flesh. It
makes mock of your sound senses andlays them in thistle down like fragile vessels.
(04:05):
Verily, the lust for comfort murdersthe passion of the soul, and
then walks grinning in the funeral.But you, children of space, you
restless in rest, you shall notbe trapped nor tamed. Your house shall
be not an anchor but a mast. It shall not be a glistening film
(04:27):
that covers a wound, but aneyelid that guards the eye. You shall
not fold your wings that you maypass through doors, nor bend your heads
that they strike not against the ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should
crack and fall down. You shallnot dwell in tombs made by the dead
for the living. And though ofmagnificence and splendor, your house shall not
(04:53):
hold your secret, nor shelter yourlonging. For that which is boundless in
you abides the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist,
and whose windows are the songs andthe silences of night. Chapter ten on
(05:13):
clothes, and the weaver said,speak to us of clothes, And he
answered, your clothes conceal much ofyour beauty, Yet they hide not the
unbeautiful. And though you seek ingarments the freedom of privacy, you may
find in them a harness and achain. Would that you could meet the
(05:36):
sun and the wind with more ofyour skin and less of your raiment.
For the breath of life is inthe sunlight, and the hand of life
is in the wind. Some ofyou say, it is the north wind
who has woven the clothes we wear, And I say, aye, it
was the north wind. But shamewas as loom, and the oftening of
(06:00):
the sinews was his thread. Andwhen his work was done, he laughed
in the forest. Forget not thatmodesty as for a shield against the eye
of the unclean, And when theunclean shall be no more, what were
modesty but a fetter and a foulingof the mind. And forget not that
the earth delights to feel your barefeet, and the winds long to play
(06:25):
with your hair. Chapter eleven onbuying and selling. 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
(06:45):
you but know how to fill yourhands. It is in exchanging the gifts
of the earth that you shall findabundance and be satisfied. Yet, unless
the exchange be in love and kindlyjustice, it will but leave some to
greed and others to hunger. Whenin the market place you toilers of the
sea and fields and vineyards, meetthe weavers and the potters, and the
(07:10):
gatherers of spices. Invoke, thenthe master Spirit of the earth, to
come into your midst and sanctify thescales and the reckoning that weighs value against
value. And suffer not the barrenhanded to take part in your transactions.
Who would sell their words for yourlabor To such men, you should say,
(07:32):
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 tous. 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 infrank and sense. And that which they
(07:57):
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 masterSpirit of the earth shall not sleep peacefully
upon the wind till the needs ofthe least of you are satisfied. Chapter
(08:20):
twelve, on crime and punishment.Then one of the judges of the city
stood forth and said, speak tous of crime and punishment. And he
answered, saying, it is whenyour spirit goes wandering upon the wind,
that you alone and unguarded commit awrong unto others and therefore unto yourself.
(08:45):
And for that wrong committed must youknock and wait awhile, unheeded at the
gate of the blessed. Like theocean is your god self. It remains
forever undefiled, and like the etherit lifts, but the winged, even
like the sun, is your God'sself. It knows not the ways of
(09:05):
the mole, nor seeks it theholes of the serpent. But your God's
Self dwells not alone in your being. Much in you is still man,
and much in you is not yetman, but a shapeless pigmy that walks
asleep in the mist, searching forits own awakening. And of the man
(09:26):
in you would I now speak,For it is he, and not your
god self, nor the pigmy inthe mist, that knows crime and the
punishment of crime. Oftentimes have Iheard you speak of one who commits a
wrong, as though he were notone of you, but a stranger under
you, and an intruder upon yourworld. But I say that, even
(09:50):
as the holy and the righteous cannotrise beyond the highest which is in each
one of you, so the wickedand the weak cannot fall lower than the
the lowest, which is in youalso, And as a single leaf turns
not yellow, but with the silentknowledge of the whole tree, so the
wrong doer cannot do wrong without thehidden will of you. All like a
(10:15):
procession, you walk together towards yourGod's Self. You are the way and
the wayfarers. And when one ofyou falls down, he falls for those
behind him, a caution against thestumbling stone, Aye. And he falls
for those ahead of him, who, though faster and surer, afoot,
(10:35):
yet remove not the stumbling stone.And this also, though the word lie
heavy upon your hearts. The murderedis not unaccountable for his own murder,
and the robbed is not blameless inbeing robbed. The righteousness not innocent of
the deeds of the wicked, andthe white handed is not clean in the
(10:58):
doings of the felon. Yea.The guilty is oftentimes the victim of the
injured, and still more often thecondemned is the burden bearer for the guiltless
and unblamed. You cannot separate thejust from the unjust, and the good
from the wicked, For they standtogether before the face of the sun,
(11:18):
even as the black thread and thewhite are woven together, And when the
black thread breaks, the weaver shalllook into the whole cloth, and he
shall examine the loom. Also,if any of you would bring to judgment
the unfaithful wife, let him alsoweigh the heart of her husband in scales,
(11:39):
and measure his soul with measurements.And let him who would lash the
offender, look unto the spirit ofthe offended. And if any of you
would punish in the name of righteousnessand lay the axe unto the evil tree,
let him see to its roots,and verily he will find the roots
(12:00):
of the good and the bad,the fruitful and the fruitless, all entwined
together in the silent heart of theearth. And you, judges, who
would be just? What judgment pronounceyou upon him who, though honest in
the flesh, yet is a thiefin spirit? What penalty lay you upon
(12:22):
him whose slays in the flesh,yet is himself slain in the spirit.
And how prosecute you him who,in action as a deceiver and an oppressor,
yet who also is aggrieved and outraged? And how shall you punish those
whose remorse is already greater than theirmisdeeds is not remorse the justice which is
(12:46):
administered by that very law which youwould fain serve. Yet you cannot lay
remorse upon the innocent, nor liftit from the heart of the guilty.
Unbidden shall it call in the nightthat men may wake and gaze upon themselves.
And you, who would understand justice, how shall you Unless you look
(13:07):
upon all deeds in the fullness oflight. Only then shall you know that
the erect and the fallen are butone man standing in twilight between the night
of his pygmy self and the dayof his god self, And that the
corner stone of the temple is nothigher than the lowest stone in its foundation.
(13:33):
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