Khalil

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic of mysticism of a line like ‘That which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.’

I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.

They say if one understands himself, he understands all people. But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.

The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.