Good and Evil — Kahlil Gibran

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GOOD AND EVIL — THE PROPHET — KAHLIL GIBRAN
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And one of the elders of the city said, “Speak to us of Good and Evil.”
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And he answered:

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts, it drinks even of dead waters.
You are good when you are one with yourself.
Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.
For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.
And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom.
You are good when you strive to give of yourself.
Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.
For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast.
Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.”
For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.
You are good when you are fully awake in your speech, Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose.
And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.
You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps.
Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping.
Even those who limp go not backward.
But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.
You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good, You are only loitering and sluggard. Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.
In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you.
But 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.
And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore. But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, “Wherefore are you slow and halting?”
For the truly good ask not the naked, “Where is your garment?” nor the houseless, “What has befallen your house?”

Terrible Balance

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We live

As nomads

Camped

At a fork in

Fractal paths

Of honor

And love

And death

And all paths

Forward

Are filled

With the

Pain and

The danger

The death

The pathos

That is

Already known

No matter

What we do

We must

Keep living

Choosing the

Path of Beauty

Regardless of

What happens

Mindfully

Creating each

Step as a

Footprint

Of caring

And compassion

To be

Possible

Balance

Against

The ugly

Even though

It is all

Ephemeral

As sand

Blown away

By the weather

Or helicopter’s

Spinning blades

Or that

Which is

Feared as

The fractal

Growth of

What I do

Not know

How to say

Or I am

Too much

Afraid

To say

For I fear

The terrible

Balance

Of Good

And Evil

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Bear . . . 07.13.2014
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