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(00:00):
Chapter twenty eight, The Farewell.Then he descended the steps of the temple,
and all the people followed him.And he reached his ship and stood
upon the deck, and facing thepeople again, he raised his voice and
said, people of or Feliese,the wind bids me leave you. Less
(00:22):
hasty am I than the wind?Yet I must go. We wanderers,
ever seeking the lonelier way, beginno day where we have ended another day,
and no sunrise finds us where sunsetleft us. Even while the earth
sleeps we travel. We are theseeds of the tenacious plant. And it
(00:44):
is in our rightness and our fullnessof heart that we are given to the
wind and are scattered. Brief weremy days among you, And brief were
still the words I have spoken.But should my voice fade in your ears,
and my love anish in your memory, then I will come again,
And with a richer heart and lipsmore yielding to the spirit, will I
(01:07):
speak, YEA, I shall returnwith the tide. And though death may
hide me and the greater silence enfoldme, yet again will I seek your
understanding? And not in vain willI seek? If aught I have said
is truth, that truth shall revealitself in a clearer voice, and in
(01:30):
words more kin to your thoughts.I go with the wind people of or
Feleese, but not down into emptiness. And if this day is not a
fulfillment of your needs and my love, then let it be a promise till
another day. Man's needs change,but not his love nor his desire,
(01:52):
that his love should satisfy his needs. Know therefore that from the greater silence
I shall turn the mist that driftsaway at dawn leaving, but dew in
the fields shall rise and gather intoa cloud, and then fall down in
rain. And not unlike the misthave I been in the stillness of the
(02:15):
night. I have walked in yourstreets, and my spirit has entered your
houses, and your heartbeats were inmy heart, and your breath was upon
my face. And I knew youall. I knew your joy and your
pain, and in your sleep yourdreams were my dreams. And oftentimes I
(02:38):
was among you a lake among themountains. I mirrored the summits in you,
and the bending slopes, and eventhe passing flocks of your thoughts and
your desires. And to my silencecame the laughter of your children in streams,
and the longing of your youths inrivers, And when they reached my
(02:58):
depth, the street aimes from therivers cease not yet to sing. But
sweeter still than laughter and greater thanlonging, came to me. It was
the boundless in you, the vastMan in whom you are all but cells
and sinews, he in whose chatall your singing is but a soundless throbbing.
(03:22):
It is in the vast Man thatyou are vast, and in beholding
him that I beheld you and lovedyou. For what distances can love reach
that are not in that vast sphere? What visions, what expectations, and
what presumptions can outsoar that flight likea giant oak tree cover'd with apple blossoms.
(03:45):
Is the vast Man in you.His might binds you to the earth,
His might binds you to the earth. His fragrance lifts you into space,
And in his durability you are deathless. You have been told that even
like a chain, you are asweak as your weakest link. This is
(04:06):
but half the truth. You arealso as strong as your strongest link.
To measure you by your smallest deedis to reckon the power of ocean by
the frailty of its foam. Tojudge you by your failures is to cast
blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy. I you are like an ocean,
(04:29):
and though heavy grounded ships await thetide upon your shores. Yet even like
an ocean, you cannot hasten yourtides. And like the seasons, you
are also. And though in yourwinter you deny your spring, yet spring
reposing within you, smiles in herdrowsiness and is not offended. Think not.
(04:53):
I say these things in order thatyou may say the one to the
other. He praised us well hesaw, but the in us. I
only speak to you in words ofthat which you yourselves know in thought.
And what is word knowledge but ashadow of wordless knowledge. Your thoughts and
my words are waves from a sealedmemory that keeps records of our yesterdays,
(05:18):
and of the ancient days when theearth knew not us nor herself, and
of nights when earth was upwrought withconfusion. Wise men have come to you
to give you of their wisdom.I came to take of your wisdom.
And behold, I have found thatwhich is greater than wisdom. It is
(05:39):
a flame spirit in you, evergathering more of itself, while you heedless
of its expansion. Bewail the witheringof your days. It is life in
quest of life embodies that fear thegrave. There are no graves here.
These mountains and plains are a cradleand a stepping stone. Whenever you pass
(06:03):
by the field where you have laidyour ancestors, look well thereupon, and
you shall see yourselves and your childrendancing hand in hand. Verily, you
often make merry without knowing. Othershave come to you, to whom for
golden promises made unto your faith youhave given but riches and power and glory.
(06:28):
Less than a promise have I given, And yet more generous have you
been to me. You have givenme my deeper, thirsting after life.
Surely there is no greater gift toa man than that which turns all his
aims into parching lips, and alllife into a fountain. And in this
lies my honor and my reward,that whenever I come to the fountain to
(06:54):
drink, I find the living wateritself thirsty, and it drinks me while
I drink it. Some of youhave deemed me proud and overshied to receive
gifts too. Proud indeed am Ito receive wages, but not gifts.
And though I have eaten berries amongthe hills, when you would have had
(07:14):
me sit at your board and sleptin the portico of the temple, when
you would gladly have sheltered me,Yet was it not your loving mindfulness of
my days and my nights that madefood sweet to my mouth and girdled my
sleep with visions? For this Ibless you most. You give much,
(07:36):
and know not that you give itall. Verily, the kindness that gazes
upon itself in a mirror turns tostone, And a good deed that calls
itself by tender names becomes the parentto a curse. And some of you
have called me aloof and drunk withmy own a loneness. And you have
(07:57):
said, he holds counsel with thetree of the forest, but not with
men. He sits alone on hilltopsand looks down upon our city. True
it is that I have climbed thehills and walked in remote places. How
could I have seen you, savefrom a great height or a great distance.
(08:18):
How can one be indeed near unlesshe be far? And others among
you called unto me, not inwords, And they said, stranger,
stranger, lover of unreachable heights.Why dwell you among the summits where eagles
build their nests. Why seek youthe unattainable? What storms would you trap
(08:41):
in your net? And what vaporousbirds do you hunt in the sky?
Come and be one of us.Descend and appease your hunger with our bread,
and quench your thirst with our wine. In the solitude of their souls,
they said these things. But weretheir solitude deeper, they would have
(09:01):
known that I sought but the secretof your joy and your pain. And
I hunted only your larger celves thatwalked the sky. But the hunter was
also the hunted. For many ofmy arrows left my bow only to seek
my own breast. And the flierwas also the creeper. For when my
(09:22):
wings were spread in the sun,their shadow upon the earth was a turtle.
And I, the believer, wasalso the doubter. For often have
I put my finger in my ownwound, that I might have the greater
belief in you and the greater knowledgeof you. And it is with this
belief and this knowledge that I sayyou were not enclosed within your bodies,
(09:48):
nor confined to houses or fields.That which is you dwells above the mountain
and roves with the wind. Itis not a thing that crawls into the
sun for warm or digs holes intodarkness for safety, but a thing free,
a spirit that envelops the earth andmoves in the ether. If these
(10:11):
be vague words, then seek notto clear them. Vague and nebulous.
Is the beginning of all things,but not their end. And I fain
would have you remember me as abeginning life. And all that lives is
conceived in the mist, and notin the crystal. And who knows,
(10:31):
but a crystal is mist in decay. This would I have you remember in
remembering me, that which seems mostfeeble and bewildered in you is the strongest
and most determined. Is it notyour breath that is erected and hardened the
structure of your bones? And isit not a dream which none of you
(10:54):
remember having dreamt, that builded yourcity and fashioned all there is in it?
Could you but see the tides ofthat breath, you would cease to
see all else. And if youcould hear the whispering of the dream you
would hear no other sound. Butyou do not see, nor do you
(11:15):
hear. And it is well.The veil that clouds your eyes shall be
lifted by the hands that wove it, and the clay that fills your ears
shall be pierced by those fingers thatkneaded it. And you shall see and
you shall hear. Yet you shallnot deplore having known blindness, nor regret
(11:37):
having been deaf, For in thatday you shall know the hidden purposes in
all things. And you shall blessdarkness as you would bless light. After
saying these things, he looked abouthim, and he saw the pilot of
his ship, standing by the helm, and gazing now at the full sails,
and now at the distance. Andhe said, patient, over patient
(12:01):
is the captain of my ship.The wind blows, and restless are the
sails, even the rudder begs direction. Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence.
And these my mariners, who haveheard the choir of the greater sea,
they too have heard me patiently.Now they shall wait no longer.
(12:22):
I am ready. The stream hasreached the sea, and once more the
great Mother holds her son against herbreast. Fare you well, people,
of or felice. This day hasended. It is closing upon us,
even as the water lily upon itsown tomorrow. What was given us here
(12:45):
we shall keep. And if itsuffices not, then again must we come
together, and together stretch our handsunto the giver. Forget not that I
shall come back to you a littlewhile, and my longing shall gather dust
and foam for another body a littlewhile, a moment of rest upon the
(13:05):
wind, and another woman shall bearme. Farewell to you and the youth
I have spent with you. Itwas but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in myaloneness, and I, of your
longings have built a tower in thesky. But now our sleep is fled,
(13:26):
and our dream is over, andit is no longer dawn. The
noodon tide is upon us, andour half waking has turned to fuller day,
and we must part. If inthe twilight of memory we should meet
once more, we shall speak againtogether, and you shall sing to me
a deeper song. And if ourhands should meet in another dream, we
(13:50):
shall build another tower in the sky. So saying, he made a signal
to the seaman, and straightway theyweighed anchor and cast the ship loose from
its moorings, and they moved eastward, and a cry came from the people,
as from a single heart, andit rose into the dusk and was
carried out over the sea like agreat trumpeting. Only Almitra was silent,
(14:16):
gazing after the ship until it hadvanished into the mist. And when all
the people were dispersed, she stillstood alone upon the sea wall, remembering
in her heart his saying, alittle while, a moment of rest upon
the wind, and another woman shallbear me. This is the end of
(14:37):
the Prophet by Khalil Chebron
Chapter twenty eight, The Farewell.Then he descended the steps of the temple,
and all the people followed him.And he reached his ship and stood
upon the deck, and facing thepeople again, he raised his voice and
said, people of or Feliese,the wind bids me leave you. Less
(00:22):
hasty am I than the wind?Yet I must go. We wanderers,
ever seeking the lonelier way, beginno day where we have ended another day,
and no sunrise finds us where sunsetleft us. Even while the earth
sleeps we travel. We are theseeds of the tenacious plant. And it
(00:44):
is in our rightness and our fullnessof heart that we are given to the
wind and are scattered. Brief weremy days among you, And brief were
still the words I have spoken.But should my voice fade in your ears,
and my love anish in your memory, then I will come again,
And with a richer heart and lipsmore yielding to the spirit, will I
(01:07):
speak, YEA, I shall returnwith the tide. And though death may
hide me and the greater silence enfoldme, yet again will I seek your
understanding? And not in vain willI seek? If aught I have said
is truth, that truth shall revealitself in a clearer voice, and in
(01:30):
words more kin to your thoughts.I go with the wind people of or
Feleese, but not down into emptiness. And if this day is not a
fulfillment of your needs and my love, then let it be a promise till
another day. Man's needs change,but not his love nor his desire,
(01:52):
that his love should satisfy his needs. Know therefore that from the greater silence
I shall turn the mist that driftsaway at dawn leaving, but dew in
the fields shall rise and gather intoa cloud, and then fall down in
rain. And not unlike the misthave I been in the stillness of the
(02:15):
night. I have walked in yourstreets, and my spirit has entered your
houses, and your heartbeats were inmy heart, and your breath was upon
my face. And I knew youall. I knew your joy and your
pain, and in your sleep yourdreams were my dreams. And oftentimes I
(02:38):
was among you a lake among themountains. I mirrored the summits in you,
and the bending slopes, and eventhe passing flocks of your thoughts and
your desires. And to my silencecame the laughter of your children in streams,
and the longing of your youths inrivers, And when they reached my
(02:58):
depth, the street aimes from therivers cease not yet to sing. But
sweeter still than laughter and greater thanlonging, came to me. It was
the boundless in you, the vastMan in whom you are all but cells
and sinews, he in whose chatall your singing is but a soundless throbbing.
(03:22):
It is in the vast Man thatyou are vast, and in beholding
him that I beheld you and lovedyou. For what distances can love reach
that are not in that vast sphere? What visions, what expectations, and
what presumptions can outsoar that flight likea giant oak tree cover'd with apple blossoms.
(03:45):
Is the vast Man in you.His might binds you to the earth,
His might binds you to the earth. His fragrance lifts you into space,
And in his durability you are deathless. You have been told that even
like a chain, you are asweak as your weakest link. This is
(04:06):
but half the truth. You arealso as strong as your strongest link.
To measure you by your smallest deedis to reckon the power of ocean by
the frailty of its foam. Tojudge you by your failures is to cast
blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy. I you are like an ocean,
(04:29):
and though heavy grounded ships await thetide upon your shores. Yet even like
an ocean, you cannot hasten yourtides. And like the seasons, you
are also. And though in yourwinter you deny your spring, yet spring
reposing within you, smiles in herdrowsiness and is not offended. Think not.
(04:53):
I say these things in order thatyou may say the one to the
other. He praised us well hesaw, but the in us. I
only speak to you in words ofthat which you yourselves know in thought.
And what is word knowledge but ashadow of wordless knowledge. Your thoughts and
my words are waves from a sealedmemory that keeps records of our yesterdays,
(05:18):
and of the ancient days when theearth knew not us nor herself, and
of nights when earth was upwrought withconfusion. Wise men have come to you
to give you of their wisdom.I came to take of your wisdom.
And behold, I have found thatwhich is greater than wisdom. It is
(05:39):
a flame spirit in you, evergathering more of itself, while you heedless
of its expansion. Bewail the witheringof your days. It is life in
quest of life embodies that fear thegrave. There are no graves here.
These mountains and plains are a cradleand a stepping stone. Whenever you pass
(06:03):
by the field where you have laidyour ancestors, look well thereupon, and
you shall see yourselves and your childrendancing hand in hand. Verily, you
often make merry without knowing. Othershave come to you, to whom for
golden promises made unto your faith youhave given but riches and power and glory.
(06:28):
Less than a promise have I given, And yet more generous have you
been to me. You have givenme my deeper, thirsting after life.
Surely there is no greater gift toa man than that which turns all his
aims into parching lips, and alllife into a fountain. And in this
lies my honor and my reward,that whenever I come to the fountain to
(06:54):
drink, I find the living wateritself thirsty, and it drinks me while
I drink it. Some of youhave deemed me proud and overshied to receive
gifts too. Proud indeed am Ito receive wages, but not gifts.
And though I have eaten berries amongthe hills, when you would have had
(07:14):
me sit at your board and sleptin the portico of the temple, when
you would gladly have sheltered me,Yet was it not your loving mindfulness of
my days and my nights that madefood sweet to my mouth and girdled my
sleep with visions? For this Ibless you most. You give much,
(07:36):
and know not that you give itall. Verily, the kindness that gazes
upon itself in a mirror turns tostone, And a good deed that calls
itself by tender names becomes the parentto a curse. And some of you
have called me aloof and drunk withmy own a loneness. And you have
(07:57):
said, he holds counsel with thetree of the forest, but not with
men. He sits alone on hilltopsand looks down upon our city. True
it is that I have climbed thehills and walked in remote places. How
could I have seen you, savefrom a great height or a great distance.
(08:18):
How can one be indeed near unlesshe be far? And others among
you called unto me, not inwords, And they said, stranger,
stranger, lover of unreachable heights.Why dwell you among the summits where eagles
build their nests. Why seek youthe unattainable? What storms would you trap
(08:41):
in your net? And what vaporousbirds do you hunt in the sky?
Come and be one of us.Descend and appease your hunger with our bread,
and quench your thirst with our wine. In the solitude of their souls,
they said these things. But weretheir solitude deeper, they would have
(09:01):
known that I sought but the secretof your joy and your pain. And
I hunted only your larger celves thatwalked the sky. But the hunter was
also the hunted. For many ofmy arrows left my bow only to seek
my own breast. And the flierwas also the creeper. For when my
(09:22):
wings were spread in the sun,their shadow upon the earth was a turtle.
And I, the believer, wasalso the doubter. For often have
I put my finger in my ownwound, that I might have the greater
belief in you and the greater knowledgeof you. And it is with this
belief and this knowledge that I sayyou were not enclosed within your bodies,
(09:48):
nor confined to houses or fields.That which is you dwells above the mountain
and roves with the wind. Itis not a thing that crawls into the
sun for warm or digs holes intodarkness for safety, but a thing free,
a spirit that envelops the earth andmoves in the ether. If these
(10:11):
be vague words, then seek notto clear them. Vague and nebulous.
Is the beginning of all things,but not their end. And I fain
would have you remember me as abeginning life. And all that lives is
conceived in the mist, and notin the crystal. And who knows,
(10:31):
but a crystal is mist in decay. This would I have you remember in
remembering me, that which seems mostfeeble and bewildered in you is the strongest
and most determined. Is it notyour breath that is erected and hardened the
structure of your bones? And isit not a dream which none of you
(10:54):
remember having dreamt, that builded yourcity and fashioned all there is in it?
Could you but see the tides ofthat breath, you would cease to
see all else. And if youcould hear the whispering of the dream you
would hear no other sound. Butyou do not see, nor do you
(11:15):
hear. And it is well.The veil that clouds your eyes shall be
lifted by the hands that wove it, and the clay that fills your ears
shall be pierced by those fingers thatkneaded it. And you shall see and
you shall hear. Yet you shallnot deplore having known blindness, nor regret
(11:37):
having been deaf, For in thatday you shall know the hidden purposes in
all things. And you shall blessdarkness as you would bless light. After
saying these things, he looked abouthim, and he saw the pilot of
his ship, standing by the helm, and gazing now at the full sails,
and now at the distance. Andhe said, patient, over patient
(12:01):
is the captain of my ship.The wind blows, and restless are the
sails, even the rudder begs direction. Yet quietly my captain awaits my silence.
And these my mariners, who haveheard the choir of the greater sea,
they too have heard me patiently.Now they shall wait no longer.
(12:22):
I am ready. The stream hasreached the sea, and once more the
great Mother holds her son against herbreast. Fare you well, people,
of or felice. This day hasended. It is closing upon us,
even as the water lily upon itsown tomorrow. What was given us here
(12:45):
we shall keep. And if itsuffices not, then again must we come
together, and together stretch our handsunto the giver. Forget not that I
shall come back to you a littlewhile, and my longing shall gather dust
and foam for another body a littlewhile, a moment of rest upon the
(13:05):
wind, and another woman shall bearme. Farewell to you and the youth
I have spent with you. Itwas but yesterday we met in a dream.
You have sung to me in myaloneness, and I, of your
longings have built a tower in thesky. But now our sleep is fled,
(13:26):
and our dream is over, andit is no longer dawn. The
noodon tide is upon us, andour half waking has turned to fuller day,
and we must part. If inthe twilight of memory we should meet
once more, we shall speak againtogether, and you shall sing to me
a deeper song. And if ourhands should meet in another dream, we
(13:50):
shall build another tower in the sky. So saying, he made a signal
to the seaman, and straightway theyweighed anchor and cast the ship loose from
its moorings, and they moved eastward, and a cry came from the people,
as from a single heart, andit rose into the dusk and was
carried out over the sea like agreat trumpeting. Only Almitra was silent,
(14:16):
gazing after the ship until it hadvanished into the mist. And when all
the people were dispersed, she stillstood alone upon the sea wall, remembering
in her heart his saying, alittle while, a moment of rest upon
the wind, and another woman shallbear me. This is the end of
(14:37):
the Prophet by Khalil Chebron
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