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[HorseloverFat]

In with the blue shape

Cleansing, realignment, Om

Out with the rust cloud.

 

[ShadyStump]

 

[ShadyStump]

I thought it was thought provocing. Khalil Gibran is one of my favorites. My Defeat is mind blowing!

 

[HorseloverFat]

...but so much else gets recorded on paper, also.



The Rock's poem is similar..

Pulled from the earth, refined, poured.. crafted into tools for destruction of the very earth it calls home.

..but metal makes MANY things, NOT destructive, as well.

It's where your FOCUS lies.

Gibran's written work NORMALLY remains fairly "balanced"..

So I'll bet that that excerpt does not convey the TOTALITY of his intended idea... but I am fleetingly unfamiliar with this passage.

 

[ShadyStump]

...but so much else gets recorded on paper, also.



The Rock's poem is similar..

Pulled from the earth, refined, poured.. crafted into tools for destruction of the very earth it calls home.

..but metal makes MANY things, NOT destructive, as well.

It's where your FOCUS lies.

Gibran's written work NORMALLY remains fairly "balanced"..

So I'll bet that that excerpt does not convey the TOTALITY of his intended idea... but I am fleetingly unfamiliar with this passage.

It's been years since I've read it, but I still have his collected works at home. I'll see if I can find it for you maybe.
I am very much of the opinion that his absolute WORST work is The Prophet. Sooooo platitudinal I want to shoot myself. Perfect example of the dangers of trying too hard when you're already doing it right.
Unfortunately, it's the one the hippies latched onto back in the day, so it's the only one anyone knows.

Look up The Tempest by Gibran. Allegorical prose on the occasional need for conflict and adversity.

 

[HorseloverFat]

(Song at bottom.. whoops!)
There was a decorated General with a heart of gold
That likened him to all the stories he told
Of past battles won and lost
And legends of old
A seasoned veteran in his own time
On the battlefield he gained respectful fame
With many medals of bravery and stripes to his name
He grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face
And always urged his men on
But on the eve of a great battle with the infantry in dream
The Old General tossed in his sleep and wrestled with its meaning
He awoke from the night to tell what he had seen
And walked slowly out of his tent
All the men held tall with their chests in the air
With the courage in their blood and a fire in their stare
And it was a gray morning and they all wondered how they would fare
Till the old general told them to go home
He said, "I have seen the others
And I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
And I've seen their mothers
And I will no other to follow me where I'm going
So
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose
You are young men you must be living
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose
You are young men you must be living
Go now you are forgiven"
But the men stood fast with their guns on their shoulders
Not knowing what to do with the contradicting orders
The General said he would do his own duty but he would extend it no further
The men can go as they pleased
But not a man moved their eyes gazed straight ahead
Till one by one they stepped back and not a word was said
And the old general was left with his own words echoing in his head
He then prepared to fight
He said, "I have seen the others
And I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
No, And I've seen their mothers
And I will no other to follow me where I'm going
So take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose
You are young men you must be living
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose
You are young men you must be living
Go now you are forgiven