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conversations.value: a description for a book titled Kahlil Gibran about Kahlil, Gibran, Middle with the genre: Religion & Spirituality, New Age & Spirituality
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conversations.value: Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931), the Middle Eastern-born poet and artist, acquired cult status in the 1960s as the author of a mystical illustrated psalter called 'The Prophet'. This book reveals the life of this much-loved poet
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conversations.value: the first five paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Kahlil Gibran
  Todos los derechos reservados conforme a las Convenciones de Registro Literario Internacionales y de Pan-América (International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions). Publicado en los Estados Unidos de América por Vintage Books, una división de Random House, Inc., New York.
  Almustafa, el elegido, el bienamado, aurora de su propio día, había aguardado durante doce años en la ciudad de Orfalís el regreso del barco que debía devolverle a la isla que le vio nacer.
  Y en el duodécimo año, el séptimo día de Ailul, mes de las cosechas, subió a la colina que se alzaba junto a los muros de la ciudad, y miró el mar: y divisó su barco surgiendo entre la bruma.
  Se abrieron entonces de par en par las puertas de su corazón, y dejó volar su júbilo sobre el mar, a lo lejos. Y cerrando los ojos, meditó en el silencio de su alma.
  Pero cuando bajaba de la colina una honda tristeza se apoderó de él, y pensó en su corazón: «¿Cómo podré marcharme en paz y sin pesar?.. No... No podré abandonar esta ciudad sin un desgarrón en mi alma.
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conversations.value: Pueblo de Orfalís: Podéis cubrir el tambor, podéis aflojar las cuerdas de la lira; mas, ¿quién impedirá a la alondra del cielo cantar?»
  Sí, en el jardín del tiempo, a la sombra de la ciudadela, he visto a los más libres de vosotros llevar vuestra libertad como un yugo, como un dogal.
  Y mi corazón sangró en mi interior: porque sólo seréis libres cuando el deseo de la libertad no sea un arnés para vosotros, y cuando dejéis de hablar de la libertad como de una meta y de un logro.
  Seréis libres de verdad cuando vuestros días no transcurran sin preocupaciones, cuando vuestras noches no estén vacías de necesidad ni de pena.
  Lo seréis cuando esas cosas acosen por todas partes vuestra vida y desnudos y sin ataduras consigáis sobreponeros a ellas.
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conversations.value: the last three paragraphs
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conversations.value: Dicho esto, hizo una señal a los marineros y al punto levaron anclas, soltaron amarras e iniciaron su marcha hacia el este.
  Y un clamor unánime brotó del pueblo hacia el cielo, remontándose entre las sombras del crepúsculo y propagándose sobre el mar como un inmenso clamor.
  Y cuando el pueblo todo se hubo dispersado, ella permaneció todavía en el muelle, recordando en su corazón estas palabras que él había pronunciado:
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conversations.value: Kahlil Gibran
  You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,—the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in seven lives,—I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."
  And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."
  And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.
  In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips, I ascended the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master, I am thy slave. Thy hidden will is my law and I shall obey thee for ever more."
  And after a thousand years I ascended the holy mountain and again spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation. Out of clay hast thou fashioned me and to thee I owe mine all."
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conversations.value: And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon their spirits) the soothsayer still lives. And yesterday I met him near the gates of the temple; and while we were talking together he said, "I have always known you would become a great musician. Even in your infancy I prophesied and foretold your future."
  Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, "Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons."
  Then another seed spoke and said, "When I was as young as you, I too held such views; but now that I can weigh and measure things, I see that my hopes were vain."
  And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how everything will be, but I cannot put it into words."
  Then an eight spoke—and a ninth—and a tenth—and then many—until all were speaking, and I could distinguish nothing for the many voices.
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conversations.value: To love according to an established order, to entertain one's best self in a preconceived manner, to worship the gods becomingly, to intrigue the devils artfully—and then to forget all as though memory were dead.
  To fancy with a motive, to contemplate with consideration, to be happy sweetly, to suffer nobly—and then to empty the cup so that tomorrow may fill it again.
  All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed by reason, and then slain and buried after a prescribed method. And even their silent graves that lie within the human soul are marked and numbered.
  It is a perfect world, a world of consummate excellence, a world of supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought of the universe.
  But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a bewildered fragment from a burnt planet?
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conversations.value: Kahlil Gibran
  They say to me in their awakening, "You and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea."
  And in my dream I say to them, "I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore."
  We were fluttering, wandering, longing creatures a thousand thousand years before the sea and the wind in the forest gave us words.
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conversations.value: How often have I attributed to myself crimes I have never committed, so that the other person may feel comfortable in my presence.
  The first time He was asking a policeman not to take a prostitute to prison; the second time He was drinking wine with an outcast; and the third time He was having a fist-fight with a promoter inside a church.
  And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful."
  Your saying to me, "I do not understand you," is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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  Your saying to me, "I do not understand you," is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve..
  And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more unbeautiful.
  The first time He was asking a policeman not to take a prostitute to prison; the second time He was drinking wine with an outcast; and the third time He was having a fist-fight with a promoter inside a church.How often have I attributed to myself crimes I have never committed, so that the other person may feel comfortable in my presence
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conversations.value: If the great-grandfather of Jesus had known what was hidden within him, would he not have stood in awe of himself?
  There are three miracles of our Brother Jesus not yet recorded in the Book: the first that He was a man like you and me; the second that He had a sense of humour; and the third that He knew He was a conqueror though conquered.
  Crucified One, you are crucified upon my heart; and the nails that pierce your hands pierce the walls of my heart.
  Should you reach the summit you would have only one desire, and that to descend and be with those who dwell in the deepest valley.