{"id":5656,"date":"2017-03-22T08:59:27","date_gmt":"2017-03-22T15:59:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=5656"},"modified":"2017-03-22T08:59:27","modified_gmt":"2017-03-22T15:59:27","slug":"kahlil-gibran-self-knowledge-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2017\/03\/22\/kahlil-gibran-self-knowledge-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Kahlil Gibran – Self-Knowledge"},"content":{"rendered":"

Self-Knowledge
\nby Kahlil Gibran<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.
\nAnd he answered saying:
\nYour hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
\nBut your ears thirst for the sound of your heart\u2019s knowledge.
\nYou would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
\nYou would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.<\/p>\n

And it is well you should.
\nThe hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
\nAnd the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
\nBut let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
\nAnd seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
\nFor self is a sea boundless and measureless.<\/p>\n

Say not, \u201cI have found the truth,\u201d but rather, \u201cI have found a truth.\u201d
\nSay not, \u201cI have found the path of the soul.\u201d Say rather, \u201cI have met the soul walking upon my path.\u201d
\nFor the soul walks upon all paths.
\nThe soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
\nThe soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from The Prophet<\/a>, by Kahlil Gibran<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by jin.thai<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Isn\u2019t this wonderful? Each time I return to this poem and reread its lines, I feel as if I am greeting old friends in the phrases. They continue to stay with me.<\/p>\n

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.<\/i><\/p>\n

Especially that middle section\u2026<\/p>\n

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

Gibran is giving us a tangible image of self as a sea of infinite depths. And it is our very nature to seek self-knowledge, ultimately to pour ourselves into it, to discover treasure within its depths.<\/p>\n

I like his assertion that we should not attempt to weigh or measure what we discover.<\/p>\n

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
\nAnd seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.<\/i><\/p>\n

It is as if when we measure, we think we have comprehended and possessed it, but we have in some way externalized it and defined artificial boundaries. By quantifying, we have limited what is, by nature, limitless.<\/p>\n

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.<\/i><\/p>\n

And his final lines\u2013<\/p>\n

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
\nThe soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.<\/i><\/p>\n


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

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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 \u2013 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\u2019s father to leave his job as assistant to his uncle who was a pharmacist, taking work as an \u2018enforcer\u2019 for the local Ottoman administrator. He eventually ended up in jail.<\/p>\n

Because of the family\u2019s 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\u2019s 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\u2019s 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

More poetry by Kahlil Gibran<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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