2-stanza RAP SONG that reflects my view on my 2nd chosen gibran poetic essay.

     Feeling pain is a gift, wrapped in a curse.,ah ha (2x)

When I feel pain, it's my body telling me,

 something is wrong, 

make it stop before it gets worse. 

If I didn't feel pain anymore,

sure I could do a lot of things where pain would have stopped me before,

 but not for very long, because I'd probably die,

                                  not knowing how much is too much ,ah ha (2x).yeah..

Another gibran poetic essay that interests me most

On Pain

Kahlil Gibran

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

God's love versus Human love

                (   A short essay that strikes me most   )

                When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

                                                                     - Love, Kahlil Gibran

                            In life, we tend to distinguished our love from others. We try to ask ' "Is he love me ?" or "do I love Him?".

                      That line really strikes me most.  If we are going to allocate the scenario into human perspective,Our love is not only conditional, it is also mercurial. We love based on feelings and emotions that can change from one moment to the next.We must say never say "He is in my heart" but we must rather say that,"i am in his heart, because you can never tell weather he  really loves you in a way that you really love him.  

                 And while on divine ,humane perspective,when the Scriptures say, "God is love," they aren't telling us that God is some nebulous, warm fuzzy feeling of love. God defines love. And when we say that God defines love, we don't mean that He defines it like Webster might define something -- we mean that God is the very definition of love itself. There is no such thing as love without God. As hard as we might try, we cannot define love outside of knowing God. 

Love

Kahlil Gibran

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.

And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Khalil Gibran (1883-1931)

Gibran Khalil Gibran was born on January 6, 1883, to the Maronite family of Gibran in Bsharri, a mountainous area in Northern Lebanon [Lebanon was a Turkish province part of Greater Syria (Syria, Lebanon, and Palestine) and subjugated to Ottoman dominion]. His mother Kamila Rahmeh was thirty when she begot Gibran from her third husband Khalil Gibran, who proved to be an irresponsible husband leading the family to poverty. Gibran had a half-brother six years older than him called Peter and two younger sisters, Mariana and Sultana, whom he was deeply attached to throughout his life, along with his mother. Kamila's family came from a prestigious religious background, which imbued the uneducated mother with a strong will and later on helped her raise up the family on her own in the U.S. Growing up in the lush region of Bsharri, Gibran proved to be a solitary and pensive child who relished the natural surroundings of the cascading falls, the rugged cliffs and the neighboring green cedars, the beauty of which emerged as a dramatic and symbolic influence to his drawings and writings. Being laden with poverty, he did not receive any formal education or learning, which was limited to regular visits to a village priest who doctrined him with the essentials of religion and the Bible, alongside Syriac and Arabic languages. Recognizing Gibran's inquisitive and alert nature, the priest began teaching him the rudiments of alphabet and language, opening up to Gibran the world of history, science, and language. At the age of ten, Gibran fell off a cliff, wounding his left shoulder, which remained weak for the rest of his life ever since this incident. To relocate the shoulder, his family strapped it to a cross and wrapped it up for forty days, a symbolic incident reminiscent of Christ's wanderings in the wilderness and which remained etched in Gibran's memory.

At the age of eight, Khalil Gibran, Gibran's father, was accused of tax evasion and was sent to prison as the Ottomon authorities confiscated the Gibrans' property and left them homeless. The family went to live with relatives for a while; however, the strong-willed mother decided that the family should immigrate to the U.S., seeking a better life and following in suit to Gibran's uncle who immigrated earlier. The father was released in 1894, but being an irresponsible head of the family he was undecided about immigration and remained behind in Lebanon.

On June 25, 1895, the Gibrans embarked on a voyage to the American shores of New York.

The Gibrans settled in Boston's South End, which at the time hosted the second largest Syrian community in the U.S. following New York. The culturally diverse area felt familiar to Kamila, who was comforted by the familiar spoken Arabic, and the widespread Arab customs. Kamila, now the bread-earner of the family, began to work as a peddler on the impoverished streets of South End Boston. At the time, peddling was the major source of income for most Syrian immigrants, who were negatively portrayed due to their unconventional Arab ways and their supposed idleness.

In the school, a registration mistake altered his name forever by shortening it to Kahlil Gibran, which remained unchanged till the rest of his life despite repeated attempts at restoring his full name. Gibran entered school on September 30, 1895, merely two months after his arrival in the U.S. Having no formal education, he was placed in an ungraded class reserved for immigrant children, who had to learn English from scratch. Gibran caught the eye of his teachers with his sketches and drawings, a hobby he had started during his childhood in Lebanon.

Gibran's curiosity led him to the cultural side of Boston, which exposed him to the rich world of the theatre, Opera and artistic Galleries. Prodded by the cultural scenes around him and through his artistic drawings, Gibran caught the attention of his teachers at the public school, who saw an artistic future for the boy. They contacted Fred Holland Day, an artist and a supporter of artists who opened up Gibran's cultural world and set him on the road to artistic fame...

Lebanese-American philosophical essayist, novelist, mystical poet, and artist.

Gibran's works were especially influential in the American popular culture in the 1960s. In 1904 Gibran had his first art exhibition in Boston. From 1908 to 1910 he studied art in Paris with August Rodin. In 1912 he settled in New York, where he devoted himself to writing and painting. Gibran's early works were written in Arabic, and from 1918 he published mostly in English. In 1920 he founded a society for Arab writers, Mahgar (al-Mahgar). Among its members were Mikha'il Na'ima (1889-1988), Iliya Abu Madi (1889-1957), Nasib Arida (1887-1946), Nadra Haddad (1881-1950), and Ilyas Abu Sabaka (1903-47). Gibran died in New York on April 10, 1931. Among his best-known works is THE PROPHET, a book of 26 poetic essays, which has been translated into over 20 languages. The Prophet, who has lived in a foreign city 12 years, is about to board a ship that will take him home. He is stopped by a group of people, whom he teaches the mysteries of life. 

                                                                              

                                                                         Source:        

                                                                               http://www.library.cornell.edu/colldev/mideast/gibrn.html

Me, after five years from now.

          Five years from now, I can see myself as a Novice in the Congregation of the Angelic Sisters of St. Paul while studying B.S music . In that situation , The teaching that i had undertake in this institution will be applied , if ever, in God's grace, i will be a music teacher using English as a language in the day to day conversation , maybe here in the Philippines or in the abroad.


            Well , in that case , those things will never be possible without the proper aid of my parents , teachers, friends, and with the God Almighty. Thank You very much, Deo Gratias and God Bless.

Qoutes of the Times

Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life. ~William Faulkner

Time is what prevents everything from happening at once. ~John Archibald Wheeler

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. ~Henry David Thoreau, "Economy," Walden, 1854

Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving. ~Martin Amis, Money

The clock talked loud. I threw it away, it scared me what it talked. ~Tillie Olsen, Tell Me a Riddle

Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. ~Dion Boucicault

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us. ~Osbert Sitwell

For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work. ~Doug Larson

But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. ~Benjamin Disraeli

Time goes, you say? Ah no!

Alas, Time stays, we go.

~Henry Austin Dobson

Old Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!.... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes. ~Charles Dickens

Time wastes our bodies and our wits, but we waste time, so we are quits. ~Author Unknown

Time is the fire in which we burn. ~Delmore Schwartz, "Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day," 1937 (Thanks, George)

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

~William Shakespeare

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by. ~James Matthew Barrie

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours. ~John B. Priestly

It strikes! one, two,

Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch,

Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest;

Would thou could'st make the time to do so too;

I'll wind thee up no more.

~Ben Jonson

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. ~J.K. Rowling, "The Hungarian Horntail," Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, 2000

Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side. ~The Talmud

Old Time, in whose banks we deposit our notes

Is a miser who always wants guineas for groats;

He keeps all his customers still in arrears

By lending them minutes and charging them years.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy. ~Doménico Cieri Estrada

Time is making fools of us again. ~J.K. Rowling

El tiempo da buen consejo. ~Proverb

There is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men: time. ~Napoleon I, Maxims, 1815

Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations. ~Faith Baldwin

Why won't they let a year die without bringing in a new one on the instant, can't they use birth control on time? I want an interregnum. The stupid years patter on with unrelenting feet, never stopping - rising to little monotonous peaks in our imaginations at festivals like New Year's and Easter and Christmas - But, goodness, why need they do it? ~John Dos Passos, 1917

How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on. ~Zall's Second Law

The years like great black oxen tread the world

And God, the herdsman, goads them on behind.

~William Butler Yeats, The Countess Cathleen

Time! the corrector when our judgments err. ~Lord Byron

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you. ~Carl Sandburg

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com

I am tired of the imposed rhythms of men,

Tethered time, restrained and trained

To a monotonous beat

Digital time blinking exactness

Unliving.

~Phillip Pulfrey, "Conjecture," Beyond Me, www.originals.net

If you want work well done, select a busy man - the other kind has no time. ~Elbert Hubbard

Time flies on restless pinions - constant never. ~Friedrich Schiller

The Future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. ~C.S. Lewis

Time is a brisk wind, for each hour it brings something new... but who can understand and measure its sharp breath, its mystery and its design? ~Paracelsus

The time you think you're missing, misses you too. ~Ymber Delecto

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know. ~Saint Augustine

Each moment has its sickle, emulous

Of Time's enormous scythe, whose ample sweep

Strikes empires from the root.

~Edward Young

The inertia hardest to overcome is that of perfectly good seconds. ~Martin H. Fischer

Time is the wisest counsellor of all. ~Pericles

Time is the only thief we can't get justice against. ~Astrid Alauda

There are whole years for which I hope I'll never be cross-examined, for I could not give an alibi. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960

The clocks are all turned forward from Funny Time to Right Time. I always remember, "Spring back or Fall in." ~Dave Beard (@Raqhun)

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires. ~Charles Caleb Colton

Time is what we want most, but... what we use worst. ~Willaim Penn

Time is the longest distance between two places. ~Tennessee Williams

Can an afternoon revert? ~Carrie Latet

Pick my left pocket of its silver dime, but spare the right - it holds my golden time! ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man, like tomorrow. ~Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

Whether we wake or we sleep,

Whether we carol or weep,

The Sun with his Planets in chime,

Marketh the going of Time.

~Edward Fitzgerald

For centuries, man believed that the sun revolves around the earth. Centuries later, he still thinks that time moves clockwise. ~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com

Time, the cradle of hope.... Wisdom walks before it, opportunity with it, and repentance behind it: he that has made it his friend will have little to fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have little to hope from his friends. ~Charles Caleb Colton

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. ~Henry David Thoreau

The Present is a Point just passed. ~David Russell

Methinks I see the wanton hours flee,

And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.

~George Villiers

Time is an equal opportunity employer. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. Rich people can't buy more hours. Scientists can't invent new minutes. And you can't save time to spend it on another day. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow. ~Denis Waitely

Much may be done in those little shreds and patches of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away. ~Charles Caleb Colton

One must learn a different... sense of time, one that depends more on small amounts than big ones. ~Sister Mary Paul

Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent. ~Ambrose Bierce

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils. ~Louis Hector Berlioz

Let not the sands of time get in your lunch. ~Tony Hendra, "Deteriorata" (Thanks Tom)