The Prophet by Kahil Gibran


You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, your thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a case of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. 

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.

All these things shall love do until you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart. 

Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. 

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. 

It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

Since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother’s milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship. 

When you kill a beast say to him in your heart, “By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven.”

Work is love made visible. 

We wanders, ever seeking the lonelier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where subset left us.

It is life in quest of life in bodies that fear the grave.