Where Are You My Beloved?

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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 are you 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 the universes spirit everywhere; you are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of your spirit surrounded us, and the essence 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 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 breath of those who have always been whom 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 the joined souls to back to eternity.”

“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; your 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 spirits 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.

Sheri

Poem: A Lover’s Call XXVII
Author: Khalil Gibran
Photo Credit: Google Images
– Alex Grey

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31 Responses to Where Are You My Beloved?

  1. Do you ever think that maybe one has been born into this so short life to take a rest from the intensity? Just an interlude so that one’s breathe can be caught, a small sleep before dancing again with the Beloved?

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    • Never have thkught of it that way. Probably because love is the belived and life on earth seems constrained, often messy and chaotic. The only peace one can find here is embracing life as human. All of it. Every suffering, longing, losing. Every win, want, have and discovery. But as for a resting spot, I think not, fir when I passed over with one foot here and one foot there. There was definitley more serene. Love, sheri

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  2. Mirror of your Health says:

    I have the same picture in my bedroom,your post is adorable…love it.

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  3. quarksire says:

    i have so 4 a many a years loved alex greys werk and also mental fortitude and philosophies on life also.. very kewl posst-it sher šŸ™‚ love 2 U from da Q …

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  4. Wow, how beautiful, such poignant phrases and feelings of longing. I’ve read Khalil’s poetry before but don’t remember this one. Thanks Sheri.

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