QUOTE(Massa @ Jan 22 2009, 03:36 AM)
I love poems. I read them quite often.
My favorite poet is Khalil Gibran.
If you're a poems lover , lets share and lighten up the day.
Death by Khalil Gibran
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Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold 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 sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark 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 to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
well..well..well! massa. uncle never knew that LYN has a book forum too and this is my first visit...and who should i meet but gibran?! if you don't mind, may i know how far you are into gibran?..and what is it that attracted you to gibran?
Added on March 8, 2011, 11:57 pmQUOTE(nicholaswinters87 @ Mar 16 2009, 09:05 AM)
A Dying Young Manby Me!
Tribute to My Friend: Goh SH
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A young man dying asked himself,
What exactly life means to him,
Is it a journey of self-discovery,
But he feels nothing except uncertainty.
A young man dying ponders,
Why life has come to an end,
Or perhaps life, he wonders,
Is only a short memory span.
A young man dying tries to justify,
All of his actions during his short life,
There are regrets, painful and will not ease.
He wished he could undo his deeds.
A young man dying then tries to seek,
The true meaning and the idea of love,
He tries to draw a sensible conclusion,
But when near death, love seems like illusion.
The young man turns to his side,
Tears threatening to trickle, he fights,
The young man slowly starts to sleep,
The end is inevitable, and his soul just slipped.
ah...this is a good one nicky! seems there's talent here in this bookclub. try another poem plz. and would it be ok if uncle c&c?
This post has been edited by tokku: Mar 8 2011, 11:57 PM