Speak to us of joy and sorrow.

Voor iedereen die verdrietig is in het algemeen, en de vrienden en familie van Mark Hoekstra in het bijzonder. Meesterlijke tech-tovenaar en spullen-hacker die veel te jong gestorven is. Iets wat bij mij een verse rauwe schaafwond openschuurt. Bij mijn dierbare viel het dubbeltje de andere kant op. Zij is weer bijna helemaal terug. Maar Mark laat ook ontelbare geschenken na.
Een citaat dat vaak in verdrietige tijden gebruikt wordt, en niet zonder reden:

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet. (1926):
“Then a woman said, “Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.”
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that hold your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.”

Published on september 21, 2008

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  1. Prachtig, San ..

    “Before you know what kindness really is
    you must loose things,
    feel the future dissolve in a moment
    like salt in a weakened broth
    What you held in your hand,
    what you counted and carefully saved,
    all this must go so you know
    how desolate the landscape can be
    between the regions of kindness

    Naomi Shihbab Nye