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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430852" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Pleasure XXIV</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, &quot;Speak to us of Pleasure.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he answered, saying: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pleasure is a freedom song, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is not freedom. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the blossoming of your desires, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is not their fruit. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is a depth calling unto a height, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is not the deep nor the high. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the caged taking wing, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is not space encompassed. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But even in their foregoing is their pleasure. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And your body is the harp of your soul, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now you ask in your heart, &quot;How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.</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, saying: 

Pleasure is a freedom song, 

But it is not freedom. 

It is the blossoming of your desires, 

But it is not th..."></div>
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