This, the value in the message transcends language, culture, and religion, to the core of who we are as people - with spirits. It was originally publi...moreThis, the value in the message transcends language, culture, and religion, to the core of who we are as people - with spirits. It was originally published in 1923, by Alfred Knopf, and has never been out of print. It is comprised of 26 prose, and has been translated into over 40 languages. It is transcendental in itself.
"Awake at dawn, with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving."
It touches on things that make no sense to some the first time it is read perhaps.
Topics: The Coming of the Ship, Love, Marriage, Children, Giving, Eating and Drinking, Work, Joy and Sorrow, Houses, Clothes, Buying and Selling, Crime and Punishment, Laws, Freedom, Reason and Passion, Pain, Self-Knowledge, Teaching, Friendship, Talking, Time, Good and Evil, Prayer, Pleasure, Beauty, Religion, Death, and The Farewell.
It is indescribable in the ways that it can touch the soul. If you read it once through, and then again, by topic, whatever you are feeling then. Questions on love, death, pain, money.... read them one at a time and take the time to digest them, you will find answers that you discover were always within your heart.
Here I share with you an excerpt, on Death, On Death Than Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death." And he said: You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. Is the sheered not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink form the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
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