Rediscovery of the Day - Friendship

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live. For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

From the great Khalil Gibran's 'The Prophet', 'And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship"'.

The tiny booklet is each time beautiful and read or listened to from time even over decades, growing and learning to know ourselves through time, we learn and learn more and more and understand. There are still passages I know I will only get in ten or more years in the future. Growth is a mystery, too, in itself though that and how it works can not be measured but is nevertheless proven.

And as soon as spirits which belong for a good purpose have found one another, there is always an illusionist not far away, taking advantage of a prey. Who falls for sirens in neediness or due to programmed triggers will be left much more needy than he ever thought he could be.
It's us who fall for illusions which, if to be seen through would  be wiped away like a silent tracker who follows an invisible path in the underwood will dust off the net of a spider just like nothing, on his or on her way.

Intuition tells us the truth but we are the idiots who do not listen. So soft is its voice that it never urges. It is there and respects our free will.

The input did work but the siren sang so overwhelmingly sweet.
I am sorry, so often. We all have to find out by ourselves.

Recovering and rediscovering,
especially that we are never alone,
gratefully for this life despite
all the unnecessary I daily see,
curious anew and
over and over
again.

Yours,

Lyn


(For anyone who was and is and is to be cought to get stuck on his way)