Great work from Kahlil Gibran ,hope u all like it..
I would not exchange laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the miltitudes ;nor would i be content with converting my tears ;invited by my agonized self into calm.it is my fervent hope that my whole life will ever be tears and laughter..
tears that purify my heart and reveal to me the secret of life and its mystery, laughter that brings me closer to my fellow men; tears with which i join the broken hearted, laughter that symbolizes joy over my very existence.
i prefer death thru happiness a thousandfold to life in vain and despair.
an eternal hunger for love and beauty is my desire; i know now that those who posess bounty alone are naught but miserable, but to my spirit the sighs of lovers are more soothing than music of the lyre.
when night comes the flower folds its petals and slumbers with love, and at dawn, it opens its lips to receive the suns kisses,bespeckled by quick dartings of clouds which come , but surely go.
the life of flowers is hope and fulfillment and peace; tears and laughter.
the water disappears and ascends until it turns into clouds that gather upon the hills and valleys ; and when it meets the breeze,it falls down upon the fields and joins the brook that sings its way towards the sea.
the life of clouds is a life of farewell and a life of reunion;tears and laughter.
thus the spirit separates itself from the body and walks into the world of substance,passing like clouds over the valleys of sorrow and mountains of happiness until it meets the breeze of death and returns to its starting place, the endless ocean of love and beauty which is god..
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