"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 and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves." Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. 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." Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief."
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Few heart beats of Khalil 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 and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves." Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. 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." Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief."
"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 and worn in seven lives -- I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves." Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. 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." Thus I became a madman. And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief."
Friday, October 28, 2005
The Song Of My Current Heart Beat...
I was always in search of the depth of silence in my self..On my way, I conversed with lots of superconcious souls...They showed me a number of different directions...and reminded me, its upto me to choose whichever direction I would like or I can choose my own direction...But in any case, which ever direction I follows, its going to be a totally new and different experience. The most adventerous part of the journey is that, there is absolutly no short cuts or no vehicles, but to walk and walk and walk alone... I cannot take anybody with me in this journey, not because I dont wish, but because its not allowed...But it seems its a wonderful journey...the inner journey...Every moment will be joyous...Every beat of the heart will be a new experience.. And every experience is an invitation for the awakening....
I was always in search of the depth of silence in my self..On my way, I conversed with lots of superconcious souls...They showed me a number of different directions...and reminded me, its upto me to choose whichever direction I would like or I can choose my own direction...But in any case, which ever direction I follows, its going to be a totally new and different experience. The most adventerous part of the journey is that, there is absolutly no short cuts or no vehicles, but to walk and walk and walk alone... I cannot take anybody with me in this journey, not because I dont wish, but because its not allowed...But it seems its a wonderful journey...the inner journey...Every moment will be joyous...Every beat of the heart will be a new experience.. And every experience is an invitation for the awakening....
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