THOUGHTS OF KAHLIL GIBRAN

KAHLIL GIBRAN PAINTING

I am a fan of Kahlil Gibran and have every book written by him, some in French and Spanish, and several in multiple copies which I like to give as gifts to friends. When I am feeling down or confused, or even just need a passage of love and understanding, I go to one of his books, as many others often go to the bible. If you do not know of his work, this spot will give you little snippets.

He was a very wise philosopher and had a way of parables that is only otherwise seen in the bible (or should be).

“I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.”
Kahlil Gibran

from
The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran

PAIN

Kahlil Gibran on Pain

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

Pistachio

PISTACHIO

Among the many native trees on my place, the ones outstanding in the fall are the following: While the fall colors among all of the deep green of the live oaks and Junipers, showing through are the cedar elms among others turn yellow then the deep reds and yellows of the Spanish Oak, but the Pistachio goes through all of these colors and end up a deep almost purple red before loosing its leaves. Coons and possums climb this tree in the late spring and eat the “berries” which is the only down side of this tree as they leave a mess all over the place.

Down along my creek are more Cedar Elms and many bald cypress which turn deep red to almost a deep brown before loosing their needles. This is why they are called (BALD) cypress…..

CHURCH BAZAAR

CHURCH BAZAAR

THE SILENT AUCTION

Went to a bazaar that was not very far, with friends who’s church it was.
With tables found, all around the room, with things to promote a just cause.
People gave things they choose, they had no longer a need of those, to use,
So I just found, as I looked around, only items my self to amuse.

On these tables both round and square, and on the ground to spare,
Old pots and pans, a broken fan and things to fix your hair.
Pictures in frames, without the names of the person it did not show,
and all the junk, even a trunk, from folks I didn’t even know.

You know my vice, I like to be nice and wanted to be oh so kind,
so I did not lag, wrote my name on the tag, a very low price bid on the line,
Too low I know, but just a show, and help get the bidding to grow.
How did I know my price was not low, and higher from others did not show.

So at the end of the day, the speaker did say: “Mr Sam look at what he did”,
For he has won, that son of a gun, all of the things on which he has bid.
Home made desk too big I guess, bigger than the doors of my house, no less,
A trunk of pine, I think it will be fine to use as a coffee table for my guest.

A pewter bowl which I proudly did hold, to show to my friends who told me,
Oh I submitted that you see, and if asked, you could have had it for free.
But I said so meek, it was something I seek, I thought it was an antique.
So sadly I tried while looking aside, I had made a fool of myself so to speak.

I know next year, with nothing to fear, I will be going back to that show.
So now this spring, I will bring almost everything, I bought so long ago.
No problem to give, for as long as I live, from my taxes I have already learned,
That to good causes it’s fine, to take off the line, all expensive gifts without a concern.

MVC

KEEPING FRIENDS

So often a disagreement is followed by “the silent treatment” either by you or the other. This is a terrible way to end a friendship. You may be unhappy with that person but anger can only destroy, more than the friendship, it can also destroy you. Even if you may be tired of the friendship, it would be kind both to the other person and your self to at least talk to them about your feelings and get theirs. Try it, it works~!

TRY THIS

TRUCE

Having trouble with a friend~?
companionship has come to an end~?
or maybe it is one with your marriage,
or a family member, of you disparaged~?

Ultimately the bonds of our own creation,
may be the simple rules of conversation,
Have you talked to them at all today~?
Have you thought of what to say~?

Why not call and ask them out,
keep it calm and do not shout.
Encourage them to open up,
Hear them out, don’t interrupt.

Successful talks, a truce you face,
are those always done with grace,
where both may allow a give and take,
but are never one with anger and hate.

MVC

USE A LITTLE HORSE SENSE

MARION AND SHIRLEY

Can’t remember how my shirt got so wet but it may be because she threw her drink at me, Also have a problem with this poem as I have posted it twice….must really like it~! But she didn’t~!

HORSE SENSE

What you do know about horses may suck,
some kick, some, bite and some buck,
but will calm down, and be still, with some luck,
so avoid all bad parts, and they will not run a-muck.

Now using that same old horse sense,
you can be safe, with the same defense.
And with a little subterfuge, you may convince
ladies how much you love them, with the evidence.

Women are complicated creators we know,
and we must try to understand them, though,
with much love and consideration, you can show,
your affection for them, that should only grow.

If she’s had a hard day with the kids,
and at the end of the day, she blows her lid,
finding everything wrong, that you did,
telling you, she’d be better off dead.

Then keeping your distance, we know,
when she’s looking for something to throw.
you need to find another safer place to go,
till things cool off, & calm begins to show.

Then at the end of the day, while in bed,
forget about everything that has been said,
hug her, and kiss her beautiful sweet head,
for there’s better sweet tomorrows ahead.

So if you love them enough to pretend,
that you are really smart enough, in the end,
to know when to talk, know not sulk, and then,
there will be mutual love and affection,,, amen~!

MVC

COPING WITH SADNESS

MEMORIES OF LONG AGO AND THE ONLY TWO LEFT

Today I am very sad. My sister is in a hospice and I can not make the long drive to see her. We were so very close growing up, and have stayed close throughout our long lives, now we two (on the ends) are the only ones left in a family of six kids. My son has offered to drive me there but for physical reasons it is just not possible right now. Also I would, as you know, put my feelings down in a poem but I must wait until later to write more about that long life later, and for now the best I can do is post the words of Kahlil Gibran.

JOY & SORROW

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes been filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very same cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

KAHLIL GIBRAN

ANIMALS I HAVE KNOWN

STRAY

In Houston we lived on the West side of town, in a nice, closed neighborhood, with no through traffic, backing up to the bird sanctuary and a woods along Buffalo bayou. A beautiful, great place to live and take a quiet walk.

We would daily take our dog Scooter for his walk along the bayou. On one such walk a pretty little Pomeranian came running after us. We tried to make it go back home, but he just followed.

When we got home he followed right inside with us. The usual problem, of finding out where he belonged began. He was not chipped and had no name or tag on his collar. I put up the usual posters with a photo of him, called the nearest vet, and others in the area. No results, I did not want to take him to the pound.

Each day when we took our walk over the same trail, we took him with us. He had one very serious problem though, he had what sounded like a very serious cough, so we figured he needed his meds.

Well after about a week we finally got a call from a lady who sounded rather upset with US~!, but she came to pick him up. We had been walking him right in front of her house each day but he never showed a sign of wanting to go in.

She was real huffy with us, and yelled loudly at the dog for “running away”, saying he did it “all the time”.

I told her how concerned we were about that hacking cough, but she said: “oh no there is nothing wrong with him, he barked all the time so we had his vocal cards removed, you are hearing what used to be barking, but we still have that problem with his running away”……

I then said to her: “mam, I think I know how you can fix that running away problem,, you just cut one of his legs off and he will stay close to home”.

I guess she did not appreciate my advice because she huffed off without even thanking me, but we never did see that poor little dog again. Some people have no business living with a dog, they just do not deserve the love they have to give~!