Sunday, January 17, 2010

Lust for comfort

macahel, originally uploaded by zeynep'arkok.

Speak to us of Houses.
And he answered and said:
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.
For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone.
Your house is your larger body.
what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors?
...Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain?
Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house as a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master?
Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires.
Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul,
But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed.
Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast.
And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.

~The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran

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