My Kahlil Gibron poem that interets me most!

A Lover's Call XXVll

Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
"Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

"But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

"Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding."

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!

my Old composition

Destination

By: CHLOUE B. PRESCILLAS

My vitality once full of obscure

You knock once, twice, trice in my heart

But I failed to let you in.

Your always yclept my name,

but I neglect you!

Your always by my side,

you hoist me up

every time I feel down.

I'm one of the people who nailed you in the cross

I failed to comply my covenant

I made in front of you.

But still your always hear me out,

And you still love me with all your 

kernel.

I don't know what to do 

If I don't have you

I always asked you "why? why me?"

every time i felt ruth and alone!

in my tribulation moment of my life

I thought you distil me along the way
But your there carrying me,

when my destination is 

unclear.

Your more than enough

by: Chloue B. Prescillas

I was once given a chance 

to talk and walk with you in the garden

we settle down for awhile 

and you asked me in this question

"what do you want me to do?"

and I answered

"what a shallow question, father!"

I kept my silly look

but you look at me in a solemn way.

then materialization frolicsome in my mind!

and I said...

"I want to have everything that I don't have right now!"

but you restrain your eyes in me without any words.

when I looked up

it was then realization crossed my mind

that i don't need material things

then I kneel down before you

saying....

"Father, sorry for the answer I've given unto you, now I realized that material things are not relevant ,

just having you in my life is more that enough, Lord!"

I shout for remedy when I'm in molestation 

and you stood by my side ready to up heave me up.

one lie is enough to break a trust.

one second is enough to lose a battle.

but one God is more that enough.

On self-knowledge

On Self-Knowledge
 Kahlil Gibran
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.


And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.


Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.

khalil Gibron

Khalil Gibran
Born	Gubran Kahlil Gubran January 3, 1883(1883-01-03) Bsharri, Mount Lebanon Mutasarrifate, Ottoman Syria (modern day Lebanon)
Died	April 10, 1931(1931-04-10) (aged 48) New York City, United States
Occupation	Poet, Painter, Sculptor, Writer, Philosopher, Theologian, Visual Artist
Nationality	Lebanese-American
Genres	Poetry, Parable, Short Story
Literary movement	Mahjar, New York Pen League
Notable work(s)	The Prophet

5 years from now!

i can see myself 5 years from now living and working abroad with my mother.

and touring the world with her and helping my cousins in financial problems her in  the philippines and pursuing my dream course either "Hotel and Resturant Managemant" or  a "cook chef.

That's how i can see myself 5 years from now.