Literature has always played a major part of my life. As a child my mother would bring home stacks of books from her job, a good start for a 5 year old child. I would read everything as a child. Sydney Sheldon, Bevery Cleary and even more advanced material like Khalil Gibran.
Although today my library mainly consists of empowering reading such as Napoleon Hill, Stephen R. Covey and my personal favorite Mark Hamilton. The following excerpt from The Madman by Khalil Gibran has been one of my favorites since kindergarten. The way he uses parables and metaphors has always amazed me. I hope his poetry intrigues you as much as it intrigues me. Here is The Pomegranate, enjoy!
THE POMEGRANATE
Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed saying, “Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be strong and beautiful through all the seasons.” Then another seed spoke and said, “When I was as young as you, I too held such views; but now that I can weigh and measure things, I see that my hopes were vain.” And a third seed spoke also, “I see in us nothing that promises so great a future.” And a fourth said, “But what a mockery our life would be, without a greater future!” Said a fifth, “Why dispute what we shall be, when we know not even what we are.” But a sixth replied, “Whatever we are, that we shall continue to be.” And a seventh said, “I have such a clear idea how everything will be, but I cannot put it into words.” Then an eighth spoke – -and a ninth — and a tenth — and then many — until all were speaking, and I could distinguish nothing for the many voices. And so I moved that very day into the heart of a quince, where the seeds are few and almost silent.
