Kahlil Gibran

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

Let there be spaces in your togetherness.And let the wind of the heavens dance between you.

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

If you can see only what light reveals and hear only what sound announces, then in truth you do not see nor do you hear.

Know, therefore, that from the greater silence I shall return..... Forget not that I shall come back to you....A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and anohter woman shall bear me.

Art thou like me, child of my darkest heart? And dost thou think my untamed thoughts and speak my vast language?_ __ea, we are twin brothers, O, Night; for thou revealest space and I reveal my soul.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.And when you have reached the mountaintop,then you shall begin to climb.And when the earth shal claim your limbs,then shall you truly dance.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see 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.

Life kisses our faces every morning. Yet, between morning and evening, she laughs at our sorrows.

Some of our children are our justifications and some are but our regrets.

I am forever walking upon these shores,Betwixt the sand and the foam,The high tide will erase my food prints,And the wind will blow away the foam,But the sea and the shore will remain forever.

Long ago you were a dream in your mother's sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.

Then said a teacher , speak to us of teaching . And he said :The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple among his followers gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.The astronomer may spaeak to you of his understanding of space , but he cannot give you his understanding.The musician may sing to you of the rythem which is in all space , but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rythem nor the voice that echoes it .And he who is versed in the science of numbers can tell of the regions of weight and measure , but he cannot conduct you thither .For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man .