The book That Changed My Life

There is a book that was given to me when I was 19 by my then boyfriend at the time. i did not know what a gift he had truly given me. I read this book and it forever changed my life and understanding of the human Condition. It was The Prophet By Kahlil Gabran. Here are the passages that changed me, my life and my path forever. Even now, many years later, I return to these words.

On Joy & Sorrow

      Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”
      And he answered:
      Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
      And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes 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 hold your wine the very 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.

On Time

      And an astronomer said, “Master, what of Time?”
      And he answered:
      You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
      You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
      Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
      Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness,
      And knows that yesterday is but today’s memory and tomorrow is today’s dream.
      And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.
      Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
      And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not form love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
      And is not time even as love is, undivided and placeless?
      But if in you thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
      And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

On Pain

      And a woman spoke, saying, “Tell us of Pain.”
      And he said:
      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.

On Love

      Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
      And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
      When love beckons to you follow him,
      Though his ways are hard and steep.
      And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
      Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him,
      Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
      For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
      Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
      So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
      He threshes you to make you naked.
      He sifts you to free you from your husks.
      He grinds you to whiteness.
      He kneads you until you are pliant;
      And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
      All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
      But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
      Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
      Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
      Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
      Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, I am in the heart of God.”
      And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
      Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
      But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
      To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
      To know the pain of too much tenderness.
      To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
      And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
      To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
      To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
      To return home at eventide with gratitude;
      And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

2 thoughts on “The book That Changed My Life

  1. This book also affected me deeply when I was about 19-20 and a college student. It really helped me to start accepting myself with compassion, so that I could do likewise with others.


    1. adalamar

      Yes very true. The tough spot is when you give compassion and understanding to others and it is not returned. But then there is nothing you can do about that and must leave it of Gods hands.


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