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"The Prophet", on friendship

"Your friend is your needs answered,

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "aye"

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."

-Kahlil Gibran

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An odd entry, for me, as it is for someone else's eyes and yet for everyone else's hearts as well...

It feels as though I am standing on the edge of a precipice in our friendship. And, as I am looking down into the great unknown, I wonder how I got here in the first place. I am calm, the distance isnt great because we hadn't had enough time to build it up very high, but the prospect of falling fills me with fear. The ground crumbles, like sandy dunes, away from my toes and I teeter, wondering where our friendship will turn from here. Wondering where it will land and why I had to push you away first. And then questioning, did I push you away at all? Did we push together? Or were you only planning on staying a short time?

No answers come back to me, only echoes of the same, whiny, patronizing questions...

11:41 p.m. - 2/2/2001

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