Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me?

Khalil Gibran

Khalil Gibran

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Lebanese

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And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

Say not, I have found the path of the soul. Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.

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

Beauty is that which attracts your soul, and that which loves to give and not to receive.

You are far, far greater than you know - and all is well.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

He who has not been bitten by the serpents of light and snapped at by the wolves of darkness will always be deceived by the days and the nights.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

Generosity is giving more than you can, and pride is taking less than you need.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of the Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts.