The Garden Of The Prophet (3)
And on a m when the sun was high, one of the disciples, one of those three who had played with him in childhood, approached him saying: "Master, my garment is worn, and I have no ive me leave to go unto the market-plad bargain that perce I may procure me new raiment."
And Almustafa looked upon the young man, and he said: "Give me yarment." And he did so and stood naked in the noonday.
And Almustafa said in a voice that was like a young steed running upon a road: "Only the naked live in the sun. Only the artless ride the wind. And he alone who loses his way a thousand times shall have a home-ing.
"The angels are tired of the clever. And it was but yesterday that an angel said to me: We created hell for those who glitter. What else but fire erase a shining surfad melt a thing to its core?
"And I said: But iing hell you created devils to govern hell. But the angel answered: Nay, hell is governed by those who do not yield to fire.
"Wise angel! He knows the ways of men and the ways of half-men. He is one of the seraphim who e to minister unto the prophets when they are tempted by the clever. And no doubt he smiled when the prophets smile, and weeps also when they weep.
"My friends and my mariners, only the naked live in the sun. Only the rudderless sail the greater sea. Only he who is dark with the night shall wake with the dawn, and only he who sleeps with the roots uhe snow shall reach the spring.
"For you are even like roots, and like roots are you simple, yet you have wisdom from the earth. And you are silent, yet you have within your unborn brahe 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 dah 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 iemple besought him saying: "Teach us, Master, that our words may be even as your words, a t and an inse 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 whereoar-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 , 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 eg the faint voices of the depths whiow 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 aloh Him who walks also upon the Milky Way."
And after a spae 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. Aood up and walked a distance away from them; theurning, he said: "In this Garden my