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<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><i style="color: rgb(FFFFFF); font-size: 14px;">Kahlil Gibran</i></span></p>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.…</span></font><br></br></span>
<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><i style="color: rgb(FFFFFF); font-size: 14px;">Kahlil Gibran</i></span></p>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Your house is your larger body.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream? and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hill-top?</span></font> <br/><br/><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">But these things are not yet to be.</span></font><br/><br/><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together. And that fear shall endure a little longer. A little longer shall your city walls separate your hearths from your fields.</span></font><br/><br/><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">And tell me, people of OrphaIese, what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors?</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power?</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind?</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Tell me, have you these in your houses?</span></font> <br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and then becomes a host and then a master?</span></font><br/><br/><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.</span></font><br/><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#FFFFFF" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.</span></font></span>Element's blog continuedtag:wharrambuilders.ning.com,2010-10-12:2195841:BlogPost:186782010-10-12T06:50:30.000ZBrandon Gamblehttps://wharrambuilders.ning.com/profile/BrandonGamble
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