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(00:00):
Chapter twenty four, on pleasure.Then a hermit who visited the city once
a year came forth and said,speak to us of pleasure. And he
answered, saying, pleasure is afreedom's song, but it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires, but it is not their fruit.
(00:25):
It is a depth calling unto aheight, but it is not the
deep nor the high. It isthe caged taking wing, but it is
not space encompassed. I, invery truth, pleasure is a freedom's song,
and I fame would have you singit with fullness of heart. Yet
I would not have you lose yourhearts in the singing. Some of your
(00:49):
youth seek pleasure as if it wereall, and they are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek,
for they shall find pleasure, Butnot her alone. Seven are her sisters,
and the least of them is morebeautiful than pleasure. Have you not
(01:11):
heard of the man who was diggingin the earth for roots and found a
treasure? And some of your eldersremember pleasures with regret, like wrongs committed
in drunkenness. But regret is theybe clouding of the mind. And not
as chastisement. They should remember theirpleasures with gratitude, as they would the
(01:34):
harvest of a summer. Yet ifit comforts them to regret, let them
be comforted. And there are amongyou those who are neither young to seek
nor old to remember, And intheir fear of seeking and remembering, they
shun all pleasures, lest they neglectthe spirit or offend against it. But
(01:56):
even in their foregoing is their pleasure. And thus they too find a treasure,
though they dig for roots with quiveringhands. But tell me who is
he that can offend the spirit?Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the
night, or the firefly the stars? And shall your flame or your smoke
(02:19):
burden the wind? Think you,the spirit is the still pool which you
can trouble with the staff. Oftentimes, in denying yourself pleasure, you do
but store the desire in the recessesof your being. Who knows, but
that which seems omitted today waits fortomorrow. Even your body knows its heritage
(02:44):
and its rightful need, and willnot be deceived. And your body is
the harp of your soul, andit is yours to bring forth sweet music
from it. Or confused sounds.And now you ask in your heart,
how shall we distinguish that which isgood in pleasure from that which is not
(03:05):
good? Go to your fields andyour gardens, and you shall learn that
it is the pleasure of the beeto gather honey of the flower. But
it is also the pleasure of theflower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower isa fountain of life, and to
the flower, a bee is amessenger of love. And to both bee
(03:30):
and flower, the giving and thereceiving of pleasure is a need and an
ecstasy. People of or FELIESE bein your pleasures like the flowers and the
bees. Chapter twenty five on beauty. And a poet said, speak to
(03:53):
us of beauty? And he answered, where shall you seek beauty? And
how shall you find her unless sheherself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of herexcept she be the weaver of your speech.
The aggrieved and the injured say,beauty is kind and gentle, like
(04:15):
a young mother, half shy ofher own glory, she walks among us.
And the passionate say, nay,beauty is a thing of might and
dread. Like the tempest. Sheshakes the earth beneath us and the sky
above us. The tired and theweary say, Beauty is of soft whisperings.
(04:35):
She speaks in our spirit. Hervoice shields to our silences, like
a faint light that quivers in fearof the shadow. But the restless say,
we have heard her shouting among themountains, and with her cries came
the sound of hoofs, and thebeating of wings, and the roaring of
lions. At night, the watchmanof the city say, Beauty shall rise
(05:01):
with a dawn from the east.And at noontide, the toilers and the
wayfarers say, we have seen herleaning over the earth from the windows of
the sunset. In winter, saythe snow bound, she shall come with
the spring leaping upon the hills.And in the summer heat. The reapers
(05:24):
say, we have seen her dancingwith the autumn leaves, and we saw
a drift of snow in her hair. All these things have you said of
beauty, Yet in truth you spokenot of her, but of needs unsatisfied.
And beauty is not a need butan ecstasy. It is not a
(05:46):
mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretchedforth but rather a heart inflamed and a
soul enchanted. It is not theimage you would see, nor the song
you would hear, but rather animage you see though you close your eyes,
and a song you hear though youshut your ears. It is not
(06:08):
the sap within the furrowed bark,nor a wing attached to a claw,
but rather a garden forever in bloom, and a flock of angels forever in
flight. People of Orpelles, Beautyis life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life, and youare the veil. Beauty is eternity
(06:30):
gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity, and you are
the mirror. Chapter twenty six onreligion. And an old priest said,
speak to us of religion. Andhe said, have I spoken this day
(06:56):
of aught? Else is not religionall deeds and all reflection, And that
which is neither deed nor reflection,but a wonder and a surprise ever springing
in the soul, even while thehands hewe the stone or tend the loom.
Who can separate his faith from hisactions, or his belief from his
(07:17):
occupations, Who can spread as hoursbefore him saying this for God, and
this for myself, this for mysoul, and this other for my body.
All your hours are wings that bethrough space from self to self.
He who wears his morality, butas his best garment were better naked,
(07:42):
the wind and the sun will tearno holes in his skin. And he
who defines his conduct by ethics imprisonshis song bird in a cage. The
freest song comes not through bars andwires. And he to whom worshiping is
a window to open but also toshut, has not yet visited the house
(08:03):
of his soul, whose windows arefrom dawn to dawn. Your daily life
is your temple and your religion.Whenever you enter into it, take with
you you are all. Take theplow and the forge, and the mallet
and the lute, the things youhave fashion in necessity or for delight.
(08:24):
For in revery you cannot rise aboveyour achievements, nor fall lower than your
failures. And take with you allmen, for in adoration you cannot fly
higher than their hopes, nor humbleyourself lower than their despair. And if
you would know God be not thereforea solver of riddles. Rather look about
(08:46):
you, and you will see himplaying with your children, and look into
space. You shall see him walkingin the cloud, outstretching his arms in
the lightning, and descending in rain. You shall see him smiling in flowers,
then rising and waving his hands intrees. Chapter twenty seven on death.
(09:15):
And then Almitra spoke, saying,we would ask now of death.
And he said, you would knowthe secret of death. But how shall
you find it unless you seek itin the heart of life. The owl,
whose night bound eyes are blind untothe day, cannot unveil the mystery
(09:37):
of light. If you would indeedbehold the spirit of death, open your
heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one,
even as the river and the seaare one. In the depth of your
hopes and desires lies your silent knowledgeof the beyond, And like sea dreaming
(10:00):
beneath the snow, your heart dreamsof spring. Trust the dreams, for
in them is hidden the gait toeternity. Your fear of death is but
the trembling of the shepherd when hestands before the king, whose hand is
to be laid upon him in honor. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his
(10:22):
trembling? That he shall wear themark of the king. Yet is he
not more mindful of his trembling?For what is it to die but to
stand naked in the wind and tomelt into the sun? And what is
it to seize breathing but to freethe breath from its restless tides, that
(10:43):
it may rise and expand and seekGod unencumbered. Only when you drink from
the river of silence shall you indeedsing. And when you have reached the
mountaintop, then you shall begin toclimb. And when the earth shall claim
your limbs, then shall you trulydance. And now it was evening,
(11:07):
and Almitred the Cyrus said, blessit be this day and this place,
and your spirit that is spoken.And he answered, was it I who
spoke? Was I not also alistener? End of section
Chapter twenty four, on pleasure.Then a hermit who visited the city once
a year came forth and said,speak to us of pleasure. And he
answered, saying, pleasure is afreedom's song, but it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires, but it is not their fruit.
(00:25):
It is a depth calling unto aheight, but it is not the
deep nor the high. It isthe caged taking wing, but it is
not space encompassed. I, invery truth, pleasure is a freedom's song,
and I fame would have you singit with fullness of heart. Yet
I would not have you lose yourhearts in the singing. Some of your
(00:49):
youth seek pleasure as if it wereall, and they are judged and rebuked.
I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek,
for they shall find pleasure, Butnot her alone. Seven are her sisters,
and the least of them is morebeautiful than pleasure. Have you not
(01:11):
heard of the man who was diggingin the earth for roots and found a
treasure? And some of your eldersremember pleasures with regret, like wrongs committed
in drunkenness. But regret is theybe clouding of the mind. And not
as chastisement. They should remember theirpleasures with gratitude, as they would the
(01:34):
harvest of a summer. Yet ifit comforts them to regret, let them
be comforted. And there are amongyou those who are neither young to seek
nor old to remember, And intheir fear of seeking and remembering, they
shun all pleasures, lest they neglectthe spirit or offend against it. But
(01:56):
even in their foregoing is their pleasure. And thus they too find a treasure,
though they dig for roots with quiveringhands. But tell me who is
he that can offend the spirit?Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the
night, or the firefly the stars? And shall your flame or your smoke
(02:19):
burden the wind? Think you,the spirit is the still pool which you
can trouble with the staff. Oftentimes, in denying yourself pleasure, you do
but store the desire in the recessesof your being. Who knows, but
that which seems omitted today waits fortomorrow. Even your body knows its heritage
(02:44):
and its rightful need, and willnot be deceived. And your body is
the harp of your soul, andit is yours to bring forth sweet music
from it. Or confused sounds.And now you ask in your heart,
how shall we distinguish that which isgood in pleasure from that which is not
(03:05):
good? Go to your fields andyour gardens, and you shall learn that
it is the pleasure of the beeto gather honey of the flower. But
it is also the pleasure of theflower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower isa fountain of life, and to
the flower, a bee is amessenger of love. And to both bee
(03:30):
and flower, the giving and thereceiving of pleasure is a need and an
ecstasy. People of or FELIESE bein your pleasures like the flowers and the
bees. Chapter twenty five on beauty. And a poet said, speak to
(03:53):
us of beauty? And he answered, where shall you seek beauty? And
how shall you find her unless sheherself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of herexcept she be the weaver of your speech.
The aggrieved and the injured say,beauty is kind and gentle, like
(04:15):
a young mother, half shy ofher own glory, she walks among us.
And the passionate say, nay,beauty is a thing of might and
dread. Like the tempest. Sheshakes the earth beneath us and the sky
above us. The tired and theweary say, Beauty is of soft whisperings.
(04:35):
She speaks in our spirit. Hervoice shields to our silences, like
a faint light that quivers in fearof the shadow. But the restless say,
we have heard her shouting among themountains, and with her cries came
the sound of hoofs, and thebeating of wings, and the roaring of
lions. At night, the watchmanof the city say, Beauty shall rise
(05:01):
with a dawn from the east.And at noontide, the toilers and the
wayfarers say, we have seen herleaning over the earth from the windows of
the sunset. In winter, saythe snow bound, she shall come with
the spring leaping upon the hills.And in the summer heat. The reapers
(05:24):
say, we have seen her dancingwith the autumn leaves, and we saw
a drift of snow in her hair. All these things have you said of
beauty, Yet in truth you spokenot of her, but of needs unsatisfied.
And beauty is not a need butan ecstasy. It is not a
(05:46):
mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretchedforth but rather a heart inflamed and a
soul enchanted. It is not theimage you would see, nor the song
you would hear, but rather animage you see though you close your eyes,
and a song you hear though youshut your ears. It is not
(06:08):
the sap within the furrowed bark,nor a wing attached to a claw,
but rather a garden forever in bloom, and a flock of angels forever in
flight. People of Orpelles, Beautyis life when life unveils her holy face.
But you are life, and youare the veil. Beauty is eternity
(06:30):
gazing at itself in a mirror.But you are eternity, and you are
the mirror. Chapter twenty six onreligion. And an old priest said,
speak to us of religion. Andhe said, have I spoken this day
(06:56):
of aught? Else is not religionall deeds and all reflection, And that
which is neither deed nor reflection,but a wonder and a surprise ever springing
in the soul, even while thehands hewe the stone or tend the loom.
Who can separate his faith from hisactions, or his belief from his
(07:17):
occupations, Who can spread as hoursbefore him saying this for God, and
this for myself, this for mysoul, and this other for my body.
All your hours are wings that bethrough space from self to self.
He who wears his morality, butas his best garment were better naked,
(07:42):
the wind and the sun will tearno holes in his skin. And he
who defines his conduct by ethics imprisonshis song bird in a cage. The
freest song comes not through bars andwires. And he to whom worshiping is
a window to open but also toshut, has not yet visited the house
(08:03):
of his soul, whose windows arefrom dawn to dawn. Your daily life
is your temple and your religion.Whenever you enter into it, take with
you you are all. Take theplow and the forge, and the mallet
and the lute, the things youhave fashion in necessity or for delight.
(08:24):
For in revery you cannot rise aboveyour achievements, nor fall lower than your
failures. And take with you allmen, for in adoration you cannot fly
higher than their hopes, nor humbleyourself lower than their despair. And if
you would know God be not thereforea solver of riddles. Rather look about
(08:46):
you, and you will see himplaying with your children, and look into
space. You shall see him walkingin the cloud, outstretching his arms in
the lightning, and descending in rain. You shall see him smiling in flowers,
then rising and waving his hands intrees. Chapter twenty seven on death.
(09:15):
And then Almitra spoke, saying,we would ask now of death.
And he said, you would knowthe secret of death. But how shall
you find it unless you seek itin the heart of life. The owl,
whose night bound eyes are blind untothe day, cannot unveil the mystery
(09:37):
of light. If you would indeedbehold the spirit of death, open your
heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one,
even as the river and the seaare one. In the depth of your
hopes and desires lies your silent knowledgeof the beyond, And like sea dreaming
(10:00):
beneath the snow, your heart dreamsof spring. Trust the dreams, for
in them is hidden the gait toeternity. Your fear of death is but
the trembling of the shepherd when hestands before the king, whose hand is
to be laid upon him in honor. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his
(10:22):
trembling? That he shall wear themark of the king. Yet is he
not more mindful of his trembling?For what is it to die but to
stand naked in the wind and tomelt into the sun? And what is
it to seize breathing but to freethe breath from its restless tides, that
(10:43):
it may rise and expand and seekGod unencumbered. Only when you drink from
the river of silence shall you indeedsing. And when you have reached the
mountaintop, then you shall begin toclimb. And when the earth shall claim
your limbs, then shall you trulydance. And now it was evening,
(11:07):
and Almitred the Cyrus said, blessit be this day and this place,
and your spirit that is spoken.And he answered, was it I who
spoke? Was I not also alistener? End of section
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