{"id":5498,"date":"2016-11-16T08:29:57","date_gmt":"2016-11-16T15:29:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=5498"},"modified":"2016-11-16T08:47:28","modified_gmt":"2016-11-16T15:47:28","slug":"kahlil-gibran-good-and-evil-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2016\/11\/16\/kahlil-gibran-good-and-evil-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Kahlil Gibran – Good and Evil"},"content":{"rendered":"

Good and Evil
\nby Kahlil Gibran<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil.
\nAnd he answered:
\nOf the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
\nFor what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
\nVerily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.<\/p>\n

You are good when you are one with yourself.
\nYet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.
\nFor a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.
\nAnd a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.<\/p>\n

You are good when you strive to give of yourself.
\nYet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.
\nFor when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast.
\nSurely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.”
\nFor the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.<\/p>\n

You are good when you are fully awake in your speech,
\nYet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose.
\nAnd even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.<\/p>\n

You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps.
\nYet you are not evil when you go thither limping.
\nEven those who limp go not backward.
\nBut you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.<\/p>\n

You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good,
\nYou are only loitering and sluggard.
\nPity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.<\/p>\n

In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you.
\nBut in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest.
\nAnd in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore.
\nBut let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, “Wherefore are you slow and halting?”
\nFor the truly good ask not the naked, “Where is your garment?” nor the houseless, “What has befallen your house?”<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> — from The Prophet<\/a>, by Kahlil Gibran<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by butler.corey<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

As I was considering which poem to send out this morning, I came across this meditation on good and evil by Kahlil Gibran. I last featured this poem and commentary about six years ago, and I thought it might be worth sharing again…<\/p>\n

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I like this meditation on good and evil. It challenges assumptions and and raises important questions. Gibran suggests there is only good, for that is everyone’s inherent nature, and what we call evil is simply being lost and uninspired. He calls us to be compassionate to those who are selfish and cruel, for they suffer from greater poverty than the homeless and greater hunger than the starving; they suffer from poverty of the soul.<\/p>\n

I strongly feel one should never passively allow the hard-hearted to inflict harm or hoard what belongs to all. Such actions must be opposed with strength and courage and cunning. The vulnerable must always be protected. That is a basic duty. But even complete success in one such action does not stop the fundamental dynamic of harm, just that particular instance. We must always remember that those who inflict harm and encode selfishness into systems and institutions, those people are also seeking their way, just blinded by their spiritual poverty. That’s where the real, patient work of the ages is found… finding how to open eyes and hearts long used to to being shut, finding how to redirect them toward the forgotten goodness and generosity held within. <\/p>\n

One line I do question, however, is, “Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.” To suggest that some people are stags and others turtles might be read to imply that our spiritual unfolding is fixed. Every human being harbors something of the heavenly within. There is no speed to the process. All that is needed is the right reminder of what we already are. Then begins the steady process of discovering how to encourage that ember and let its warmth permeate all aspects of our lives. Turtles don’t need to become stags. Humans simply need to become themselves. Humans just need to become more human.<\/p>\n

But how to reach those who would armor themselves against the urging of their own hearts? No simple formula, nor single action nor organization can accomplish this. Not a year nor a generation nor a century will accomplish this. Still, that is what must be done. That is the real, hard, slow work given to us all to accomplish, each in our own lives, our work, our world.<\/p>\n

Knowing our work, let’s be impatient to begin and supremely patient in its accomplishment. Knowing our work, what cause is there for anything but joy in turning to it each day?<\/p>\n

In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you.<\/i><\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Kahlil Gibran<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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The Prophet<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThe Beloved: Reflections on the Path of the Heart<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nBroken Wings<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nJesus the Son of Man<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nKahlil Gibran: His Life & World<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n\"Kahlil<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nKahlil Gibran<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

Lebanon\/US (1883 – 1931) Timeline<\/a>
\nChristian<\/a><\/a>
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n

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Kahlil Gibran was born to a Maronite Christian family in Besharri, Lebanon (then part of Syria and the Ottoman Empire).<\/p>\n

His father, also named Kahlil Gibran, had drinking problems and accumulated many gambling debts. This led Gibran’s father to leave his job as assistant to his uncle who was a pharmacist, taking work as an ‘enforcer’ for the local Ottoman administrator. He eventually ended up in jail.<\/p>\n

Because of the family’s poverty, Gibran did not receive a formal education as a young boy, but a local priest taught him Arabic and Syriac, as well as the stories of the Bible and infused in him an awareness of the mystical dimensions of Maronite Christianity.<\/p>\n

When Gibran was eight, his mother took him, his older half-brother, and his two younger sisters to Boston. Although shy, Gibran quickly learned English and, thanks to a scholarship, started to receive more of a formal education.<\/p>\n

The boy became fascinated by Boston’s world of art and music, visiting galleries and performances. At age 13, his artistic gifts came to the attention of cultural circles in Boston, where he was further introduced to artistic trends.<\/p>\n

Despite this early success, Gibran was sent back to Lebanon to complete his education, where he excelled in poetry.<\/p>\n

He returned to the United States in 1902 in the midst of a family crisis. His mother had cancer, and his older brother and his fourteen-year-old sister had tuberculosis. His sister soon died. The brother, who had been supporting the family with a small hardware store, moved to Cuba to try to recover his health, leaving the young Gibran in the frustrating position of having to take over the hardware business. A year later, his brother returned from Cuba, but later died. The same year, his mother also died.<\/p>\n

In the aftermath of so much death, Gibran sold the family business and threw all of his energy into art and writing and perfecting his English. He also reconnected with the Boston cultural benefactors he had known before.<\/p>\n

He began to write columns for an Arabic-language newspaper and later collected these writings into his first published books.<\/p>\n

In 1909, Gibran went to Paris for two years to broaden his artistic training, and he was particularly influenced by the mystical artistic Symbolist movement.<\/p>\n

Returning to America, he began to publish some of his first Arabic prose-poetry collections through a publisher in Egypt. He became active with Arab intellectual and artistic organizations, promoting the rich culture of the Arab-speaking world, while attempting to address its many problems under Western imperial rule.<\/p>\n

In 1911, Gibran moved to New York. There he met and was influenced Abdul Baha, the leader of the Bahai Faith movement. He also met Carl Jung and was asked to paint the famous psychologist’s portrait, at which time Gibran became intrigued by Jungian philosophy.<\/p>\n

Gibran began to write in his adopted language of English, writing The Madman, though it would be rejected by several publishing houses until a small publisher named Alfred Knopf would take a chance on the work.<\/p>\n

When World War I broke out, he worked to free Syria from Ottoman rule, but was frustrated by the messy realities of war and international politics.<\/p>\n

In the years following publication of his best known work, The Prophet, Gibran would gain international notoriety.<\/p>\n

He died in 1931.<\/p>\n

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