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Song of the Soul

--by Kahlil Gibran (Apr 09, 2012)


In the depth of my soul there is

A wordless song – a song that lives
In the seed of my heart.
It refuses to melt with ink on
Parchment; it engulfs my affection
In a transparent cloak and flows,
But not upon my lips.
 
How can I sing it? I fear it may
Mingle with earthly ether;
To whom shall I sing it? It dwells
In the house of my soul, in fear of
Harsh ears.
 
When I look into my inner eyes
I see the shadow of its shadow;
When I touch my fingertips
I feel its vibrations.
The deeds of my hands heed its
Presence as a lake must reflect
The glittering stars;
My tears reveal it, as bright drops of dew
Reveal the secret of a withering rose.
 
It is a song composed by contemplation,
And published by silence,
And shunned by clamor,
And folded by truth,
And repeated by dreams,
And understood by love,
And hidden by awakening,
And sung by the soul.
 
It is the song of love;
What Cain or Esau could sing it?
It is more fragrant than jasmine;
What voice could enslave it?
It is heartbound, as a virgin’s secret;
What string could quiver it?
Who dares unite the roar of the sea
And the singing of the nightingale?
Who dares compare the shrieking tempest
To the sigh of an infant?
Who dares speak aloud the words
Intended for the heart to speak?
What human dares sing in voice
The song of God?
 
--Kahlil Gibran


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On Feb 21, 2017 Nancy Bates wrote:

 mmm, no words can express this message.



On Apr 17, 2012 David Doane wrote:
 I have thought about this reading a number of times over the past few days, and words don't come to mind.  Maybe my soul isn't singing.  Maybe I'm not hearing the song.  Maybe the song of my soul is a silent song.  Maybe my soul isn't as open as I sometimes think it is.  I have some concern regarding those maybes.  And I appreciate this piece which pushes me to listen more closely and reflect further.

On Apr 13, 2012 kuldipsingh wrote:
 When I think of Him, it numbs my soul; the void swallows all, like the black hole. I am lost into a world of utter emptiness. It is momentary ; I yearn to live it long. It is a shadow of the real it seems.

On Apr 10, 2012 Ken Elkind wrote:
 
everyone has a song in their soul!!  Here we're striving for a beautiful song.  if one goes to www.groovism.org you can help create the global song.  www.groovism.org provides the One beat for your creation of song.  Know, & see, that others are grooving with you virtually.  Or have a drum circle with our global community!!

On Apr 10, 2012 Satwinder Singh Kalsi wrote:

 Few years back I wrote a poem with the same title " Song of the soul" and I was not even aware that Khalil Gibran has also written something on the same line and today I am so  exhilarated and feel blessed to be on the  path of a enlightened Man .It is no where comaprable to what is Khalil Gibran but feeling is pure .God bless us all.My poem goes lIke this. Song of the soul Sing it like a baul, Lyrics are beyond understanding Sing and life will be enchanting, Music is from divine Thump hard and you will shine, Sing in the rain Shower comes to rinse your pain, Sing till each drop enters your soul Life is circle till unknown becomes your goal, Song will be heard out loud Crowd only listens but seekers shout Sing and dance in pain Every other method will be an attempt in vain, My Song is a call for the beloved The answer will come but I will be shrouded to get dissolved, Song of the soul Sing it like a baul……&he  See full.

 Few years back I wrote a poem with the same title " Song of the soul" and I was not even aware that Khalil Gibran has also written something on the same line and today I am so  exhilarated and feel blessed to be on the  path of a enlightened Man .It is no where comaprable to what is Khalil Gibran but feeling is pure .God bless us all.My poem goes lIke this.

Song of the soul
Sing it like a baul,
Lyrics are beyond understanding
Sing and life will be enchanting,
Music is from divine
Thump hard and you will shine,
Sing in the rain
Shower comes to rinse your pain,
Sing till each drop enters your soul
Life is circle till unknown becomes your goal,
Song will be heard out loud
Crowd only listens but seekers shout
Sing and dance in pain
Every other method will be an attempt in vain,
My Song is a call for the beloved
The answer will come but I will be shrouded to get dissolved,
Song of the soul
Sing it like a baul…………..

 
 

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On Apr 10, 2012 Satwinder Singh Kalsi wrote:

 Few years back I wrote a poem with the same title " Song of the soul" and I was not even aware that Khalil Gibran has also written something on the same line and today I am so  exhilarated and feel blessed to be on the  path of a enlightened Man .It is no where comaprable to what is Khalil Gibran but feeling is pure .God bless us all.My poem goes lIke this. Song of the soul Sing it like a baul, Lyrics are beyond understanding Sing and life will be enchanting, Music is from divine Thump hard and you will shine, Sing in the rain Shower comes to rinse your pain, Sing till each drop enters your soul Life is circle till unknown becomes your goal, Song will be heard out loud Crowd only listens but seekers shout Sing and dance in pain Every other method will be an attempt in vain, My Song is a call for the beloved The answer will come but I will be shrouded to get dissolved, Song of the soul Sing it like a baul……&he  See full.

 Few years back I wrote a poem with the same title " Song of the soul" and I was not even aware that Khalil Gibran has also written something on the same line and today I am so  exhilarated and feel blessed to be on the  path of a enlightened Man .It is no where comaprable to what is Khalil Gibran but feeling is pure .God bless us all.My poem goes lIke this.

Song of the soul
Sing it like a baul,
Lyrics are beyond understanding
Sing and life will be enchanting,
Music is from divine
Thump hard and you will shine,
Sing in the rain
Shower comes to rinse your pain,
Sing till each drop enters your soul
Life is circle till unknown becomes your goal,
Song will be heard out loud
Crowd only listens but seekers shout
Sing and dance in pain
Every other method will be an attempt in vain,
My Song is a call for the beloved
The answer will come but I will be shrouded to get dissolved,
Song of the soul
Sing it like a baul…………..

 
 

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On Apr 7, 2012 Conrad P. Pritscher wrote:

 My guess is that one can experience the song of love by openly noticing.  I remember reading William Penn's quote on a Chicago bus advertisement many years ago.  I was touched when I read it and I'm touched today when I think of it.  It reads: "I will pass this way but once, any good,therefore, that I may do, or any kindness that I may show, to any human being, let me do it now.  Let me not defer nor neglected it for shall not pass this way again.  As Gandhi said: "There is no way to peace.  Peace is the way," so too there may be no way to a song of love other than through openly noticing. I am also reminded of Thomas Keating's quote: "God's first language is silence.  All else is a poor translation."  I am also reminded of Francis of Assisi who in so many words said, always be peaceful and kind.  Use words if necessary..  His quote is: "Preach the gospel always.  Use words if nec  See full.

 My guess is that one can experience the song of love by openly noticing.  I remember reading William Penn's quote on a Chicago bus advertisement many years ago.  I was touched when I read it and I'm touched today when I think of it.  It reads: "I will pass this way but once, any good,therefore, that I may do, or any kindness that I may show, to any human being, let me do it now.  Let me not defer nor neglected it for shall not pass this way again.  As Gandhi said: "There is no way to peace.  Peace is the way," so too there may be no way to a song of love other than through openly noticing. I am also reminded of Thomas Keating's quote: "God's first language is silence.  All else is a poor translation."  I am also reminded of Francis of Assisi who in so many words said, always be peaceful and kind.  Use words if necessary..  His quote is: "Preach the gospel always.  Use words if necessary."  Thanks for the opportunity to respond.  Warm and kind regards to everyone.

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On Apr 7, 2012 Ricky wrote:

A friend of mine is dying.  His wife posts on the caring bridge site every so often, and over the past 11 months has chronicled the diagnosis, the doctor visits, the nurses, the treatments, the prognosis, the medication, the educated guess, the hospice, the technology, the pain, and now the final moments…   His is a legacy of teacher.  While I write this I am not referring to his chosen profession, although that is teacher as well.  His teaching legacy is how he shares his heart.  He champions the unusual.  He honors the underdog.  He encourages the unfathomable.  He listens to the unseen.   He leads us on this journey toward the inevitable outcome of each birth in a way that allows the rest of us to give back to him and search our own hearts for the words and actions that will remind him of his legacy of teacher.  Say it now.    In most societies, and especially in the United States, the process of life and its end as  See full.

A friend of mine is dying.  His wife posts on the caring bridge site every so often, and over the past 11 months has chronicled the diagnosis, the doctor visits, the nurses, the treatments, the prognosis, the medication, the educated guess, the hospice, the technology, the pain, and now the final moments…
 
His is a legacy of teacher.  While I write this I am not referring to his chosen profession, although that is teacher as well.  His teaching legacy is how he shares his heart.  He champions the unusual.  He honors the underdog.  He encourages the unfathomable.  He listens to the unseen.
 
He leads us on this journey toward the inevitable outcome of each birth in a way that allows the rest of us to give back to him and search our own hearts for the words and actions that will remind him of his legacy of teacher.  Say it now. 
 
In most societies, and especially in the United States, the process of life and its end as we know it is being masked by our perceived ‘ability’ to have control of it somehow.  We are led to believe that the relentless pursuit of the American dream defines us in the following ways:  the perfect family unit, the perfect education, the perfect love life, the perfect career, the perfect insurance, the perfect skin, the perfect weight, the perfect length of time, the perfect clothes, the perfect house, the perfect church life, the perfect partner, the perfect children, the perfect outlook, the perfect path, the perfect choices…in other words, the perfect life.  If the perfect life does not occur for us, that somehow reveals failure.
 
What I am reminded of during these last days with my friend is the Infinite desiring a finite experience is not looking for perfection.  The being who fills my heart has much to offer in guiding me gently and calmly through my imperfect life as I (the carbon unit, the little s self) see it.

This now leads me to the premise of the Song of the Soul.  Language limits our human definition of ‘song’ as evidenced by Kahlil Gibran’s poem.  In my friend’s case, after he retired he wanted to make music (one definition of ‘song’), and is regretting his lack of time left to make it.  According to the poem, our song is also often quieted by ego (…in fear of harsh ears).  Thankfully, in the middle of the poem, the song of the soul is ‘understood by love’.  In answer to the last question 'What human dares sing in voice the song of God?'  I dare say each life lived does...
 
This is the legacy my friend leaves.  Unconditional love.  His heart continues the song of the soul.  His heart has been expressed in many different ways to many different sentient beings along the way over many decades and in many capacities.  His legacy shows us that every moment is the song of the soul.  The song arises in a hug, a smile, a word, a gesture, a kindness, a listening ear, a pause, a quieting, a deeksha, an encouragement, a resonate laugh, a series of lyrical literary notes, a hum of vibrational connection, a presence…all these together reveal a life well lived, and brilliantly sung.      
 

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On Apr 6, 2012 Ummed wrote:
 power of the subtle, sensitivity of finest sensor, most fragrant, , , , , ,