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ches the choir of the four winds。
〃you are frail and you are formless； yet you are the beginning of giant oaks； and of the half…pencilled patterned of the willows against the sky。
〃once more i say； you are but roots betwixt the dark sod and the moving heavens。 and oftentimes have i seen you rising to dance with the light； but i have also seen you shy。 all roots are shy。 they have hidden their hearts so long that they know not what to do with their hearts。
〃but may shall e； and may is a restless virgin； and she shall mother the hills and plains。〃
and one who had served in the temple besought him saying： 〃teach us； master； that our words may be even as your words； a chant and an incense unto the people。〃
and almustafa answered and said： 〃you shall rise beyond your words； but your path shall remain； a rhythm and a fragrance； a rhythm for lovers and for all who are beloved； and a fragrance for those who would live life in a garden。
〃but you shall rise beyond your words to a summit whereon the star…dust falls； and you shall open your hands until they are filled； then you shall lie down and sleep like a white fledgling in a white nest； and you shall dream of your tomorrow as white violets dream of spring。
〃ay； and you shall go down deeper than your words。 you shall seek the lost fountain…heads of the streams； and you shall be a hidden cave echoing the faint voices of the depths which now you do not even hear。
〃you shall go down deeper than your words； ay； deeper than all sounds； to the very heart of the earth； and there you shall be alone with him who walks also upon the milky way。〃
and after a space one of the disciples asked him saying： 〃master； speak to us of being。 what is it to be？〃
and almustafa looked long upon him and loved him。 and he stood up and walked a distance away from them； then returning； he said： 〃in this garden my father and my mother lie； buried by the hands of the living； and in this garden lie buried the seeds of yesteryear； bought hither upon the wings of the wind。 a thousand times shall my mother and my father be buried here； and a thousand times shall the wind bury the seed； and a thousand years hence shall you and i and these flowers e together in this garden even as now； and we shall be； loving life； and we shall be； dreaming of space； and we shall be； rising towards the sun。
〃but now today to be is to be wise； though not a stranger to the foolish； it is to be strong； but not to the undoing of the weak； to play with young children； not as fathers； but rather as playmates who would learn their games；
〃to be simple and guileless with old men and women； and to sit with them in the shade of the ancient oak…trees； though you are still walking with spring；
〃to seek a poet though he may live beyond the seven rivers； and to be at peace in his presence； nothing wanting； nothing doubting； and with no question upon your lips；
〃to know that the saint and the sinner are twin brothers； whose father is our gracious king； and that one was born but the moment before the other； wherefore we regard his as the crowned prince；
〃to follow beauty even when she shall lead you to the verge of the precipice； and though she is winged and you are wingless； and though she shall pass beyond the verge； follow her； for where beauty is not； there is nothing；
〃to be a garden without walls； a vineyard without a guardian； a treasure…house for ever open to passers…by；
〃to be robbed； cheated； deceived； ay； misled and trapped and then mocked； yet with it all to look down from the height of your larger self and smile； knowing that there is spring that will e to your garden to dance in your leaves； and an autumn to ripen your grapes； knowing that if but one of your windows is open to the east； you shall never be empty； knowing that all those deemed wrongdoers and robbers； cheaters and deceivers are your brothers in need； and that you are perchance all of these in the eyes of the blessed inhabitants of that city invisible； above this city。
〃and now； to you also whose hands fashion and find all things that are needful for the fort of our days and our nights—
〃to be is to be a weaver with seeing fingers； a builder mindful of light and space； to be a ploughman and feel that you are hiding a treasure with every seed you sow； to be a fisherman and a hunter with a pity for the fish and for the beast； yet a still greater pity for the hunger and need of man。
〃and； above all； i say this： i would have you each and every one partners to the purpose of every man； for only so shall you hope to obtain your own good purpose。
〃my rades and my beloved； be bold and not meek； be spacious and not confined； and until my final hour and yours be indeed your greater self。〃
and he ceased speaking and there fell a deep gloom upon the nine； and their heart was turned away from him； for they understood not his words。
and behold； the three men who were mariners longed for the sea； and they who had served in the temple yearned for the consolation of her sanctuary； and they who had been his playfellows desired the market…place。 they all were deaf to his words； so that the sound of them returned unto him like weary and homeless birds seeking refuge。
and almustafa walked a distance from them in the garden； saying nothing； nor looking upon them。
and they began to reason among themselves and to seek excuse for their longing to be gone。
and behold； they turned and went every man to his own place； so that almustafa； the chosen and the beloved； was left alone。
and when the night was fully e； he took his steps to the grave…side of his mother and sat beneath the cedar…tree which grew above the place。 and there came the shadow of a great light upon the sky； and the garden shone like a fair jewel upon the breast of earth。
and almustafa cried out in the aloneness of his spirit； and he said：
〃heavy…laden is my soul with her own ripe fruit。 who is there would e and take and be satisfied？ is there not one who has fasted and who is kindly and generous in heart； to e and break his fast upon my first yieldings to the sun and thus ease me of the weight of mine own abundance？
〃my soul is running over with the wine of the ages。 is there no thirsty one to e and drink？
〃behold； there was a man standing at the cross…roads with hands stretched forth unto the passers…by； and his hands were filled with jewels。 and he called upon the passers…by； saying： pity me； and take from me。 in gods name； take out of my hands and console me。
〃but the passers…by only looked upon him； and none took out of his hand。
〃would rather that he were a beggar stretching forth his hand to receive—ay； a shivering hand； and brought back empty to his bosom—than to stretch it forth full of rich gifts and find none to receive。
〃and behold； there was also the gracious prince who raised up his silken tents between the mountain and the desert and bade his servants to burn fire； a sign to the stranger and the wanderer； and who sent forth his slaves to watch the road that they might fetch a guest。 but the roads and the paths of the desert were unyielding； and they found no one。
〃would rather that prince were a man of nowhere and nowhen； seeking food and shelter。 would that he were the wanderer with naught but his staff and an earthen vessel。 for then at nightfall would he meet with his kind； and with the poets of nowhere and nowhen； and share their beggary and their remembrances and their dreaming。
〃and behold； the daughter of the great king rose from sleep and put upon her silken raiment and her pearls and rubies； and she scattered musk upon her hair and dipped her fingers in amber。 then she descended from her tower to her garden； where the dew of night found her golden sandals。
〃in the stillness of the night the daughter of a ploughman； tending his sheep in a field； and returning to her fathers house at eventide with the dust of the curving roads upon her feet； and the fragrance of the vineyards in the folds of her garment。
and when the night is e； and the angel of the night is upon the world； she would steal her steps to the river…valley where her lover awaits。
〃would that she were a nun in a cloister burning her heart for incense； that her heart may rise to the wind； and exhausting her spirit； a candle； for a light arising toward the greater light； together with all those who worship and those who love and are beloved。
〃would rather that she were a woman ancient of years； sitting in the sun and remembering who had shared her youth。〃
and the night waxed deep； and almustafa was dark with the night； and his spirit was as a cloud unspent。 and he cried again：
〃heavy…laden is my soul with her own ripe fruit；
heavy…laden is my soul with her fruit。
who now will e and eat and be fulfilled？
my soul is overflowing with her wine。
who now will pour and drink and be cooled of the desert heat？
〃would that i were a tree flowerless and fruitless；
for the pain of abundance is more bitter than barrenness；
and the sorrow of the rich from whom no one will take
is greater than the grief of the beggar to whom none would give。
〃would that i were a well； dry and parched ； and men throwing stones into me；
for this w