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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430833" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Houses chapter IX</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mason came forth and said, &quot;Speak to us of Houses.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he answered and said: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so has the wanderer in you, the ever distant and alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your house is your larger body. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Does not your house dream? And dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would that I could gather your houses into my hand, and like a sower scatter them in forest and meadow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Would the valleys were your streets, and the green paths your alleys, that you might seek one another through vineyards, and come with the fragrance of the earth in your garments. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But these things are not yet to be. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In their fear your forefathers gathered you too near together. And that fear shall endure a little longer. A little longer shall your city walls separate your hearths from your fields. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And tell me, people of Orphalese, what have you in these houses? And what is it you guard with fastened doors? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you peace, the quiet urge that reveals your power? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you remembrances, the glimmering arches that span the summits of the mind? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you beauty, that leads the heart from things fashioned of wood and stone to the holy mountain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tell me, have you these in your houses? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or have you only comfort, and the lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house a guest, and becomes a host, and then a master? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, and it becomes a tamer, and with hook and scourge makes puppets of your larger desires. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though its hands are silken, its heart is of iron. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lulls you to sleep only to stand by your bed and jeer at the dignity of the flesh. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It makes mock of your sound senses, and lays them in thistledown like fragile vessels. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you, children of space, you restless in rest, you shall not be trapped nor tamed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your house shall be not an anchor but a mast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It shall not be a glistening film that covers a wound, but an eyelid that guards the eye. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall not fold your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For that which is boundless in you abides in the mansion of the sky, whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Khalil+Gibran">Khalil Gibran</a><div class=q>
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And he answered and said: 

Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls. 

For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so ..."></div>
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