#beloved prophet

[dk-thrive]

...and my whole being is aching for a green, silent spot..."

— Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from "Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal" (Alfred A. Knopf, 1972)

[finita--la--commedia]

–  Kahlil Gibran’s words quoted from Mary Haskell’s journal dated December 28, 1922 In: “Beloved prophet; the love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and her private journal“

[existential-celestial]

Your work is not only books and pictures. They are but bits of it. Your work is You, not less than you, not parts of you… These days when you “cannot work” are accomplishing it, are of it, like the days when you “can work.” There is no division. It is all one. Your living is all of it; anything less is part of it. — Your silence will be read with your writings some day, your darkness will be part of the Light.

Mary Elizabeth Haskell in her letter to Kahlil Gibran, Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and Her Private Journal

[finita--la--commedia]

I put my hand all over his beautiful face, as over flowers, and he stopped it on his lips, as he always does.

Mary Haskell, from a journal entry of December 31, 1914 In: “Beloved prophet; the love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and her private journal“

[finita--la--commedia]

--  Kahlil Gibran’s words quoted from Mary Haskell’s journal dated December 28, 1922 In: “Beloved prophet; the love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and her private journal“

[finita--la--commedia]

And I find myself always on the horizon towards your sun.

Mary Elizabeth Haskell (1873-1964), in a letter to Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931), February 23, 1915 in “Beloved prophet; the love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and her private journal“

[finita--la--commedia]

–  Kahlil Gibran’s words quoted from Mary Haskell’s journal dated May 26, 1923 In: “Beloved prophet; the love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and her private journal“

[finita--la--commedia]

Silence is painful; but in silence things take form, and we must wait and watch. In us, in our secret depth, lies the knowing element which sees and hears that which we do not see nor hear. All our perceptions, all the things we have done, all that we are Today, dwelt once in that knowing, silent depth, that treasure chamber in the soul.

Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931), in a letter to Mary Elizabeth Haskell (1873-1964), March 1, 1916 in “Beloved prophet; the love letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell and her private journal“