{"product_id":"on-pleasure-perfume-oil","title":"On Pleasure Perfume Oil","description":"\u003cdiv class=\"summary entry-summary\"\u003e\n\u003ch2 class=\"product_title entry-title\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eON PLEASURE\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"woocommerce-product-details__short-description\"\u003e\n\u003cblockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIn 2022 we created\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/blackphoenixalchemylab.com\/product-tag\/on-children\/\"\u003ea pair of fundraiser oils\u003c\/a\u003e\u003cspan\u003e \u003c\/span\u003eadapting a chapter from Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet into scent. Considering the challenges that await in 2025, we’ve decided to continue this work with a monthly series of fragrances that will gradually complete the entire book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eProceeds from these scents will be donated to a series of trustworthy charitable organizations, selected month by month; everything above the cost of production will be donated.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eFirst published in 1923, The Prophet (\u003ca\u003eGutenberg Press link\u003c\/a\u003e) has been translated into more than 100 languages, continuing to inspire new readers with its lyrical observations of human nature and open-ended spiritual instruction.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe book imagines a series of pronouncements offered by the sage Almustafa (“the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn unto his own day”) to inhabitants of the fictional city Orphalese as a gesture of gratitude for their hospitality during his twelve-year stay. One by one, various citizens step forward and ask for Almustafa’s thoughts on a long list of topics such as love, death, commerce, justice, and religion.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThe Prophet responds with wisdom that could be considered non-denominational, though clearly influenced by the Lebanese author’s familiarity with Sufi and Maronite beliefs as well as the work of Transcendentalist poets. After satisfying the Orphalesians’ many queries, at last he boards a ship setting sail for his homeland.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSince Gibran set these events outside of any known time or geographical location, Almustafa’s wisdom can be received today, or in the future, and ring just as true.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePleasure is a freedom-song,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut it is not freedom.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt is the blossoming of your desires,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut it is not their fruit.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt is a depth calling unto a height,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut it is not the deep nor the high.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt is the caged taking wing,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut it is not space encompassed.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAy, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSome of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked. I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFor they shall find pleasure, but not her alone;\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSeven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHave you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThey should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eYet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember;\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut even in their foregoing is their pleasure.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThink you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWho knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEven your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd your body is the harp of your soul,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd now you ask in your heart, “How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eGo to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eFor to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePeople of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/blockquote\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBe in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees: candied rose 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