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Kahlil Gibran:
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.”
—Kahlil Gibran
An excerpt from one of my most favorite books by my most favorite author, on my most favorite of topics! ❤️
Happy World Poetry Day, dear all! 😊
Collected Works of Kahlil Gibran (Fiction / Anthology, 608 pages, Paperback, Fingerprint Publishing)
365 Days of Poetry - Day 1:
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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.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.
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The Prophet, Kahlil Gibran
It was but yesterday I thought myself a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.
Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.
Sand and Foam, Kahlil Gibran
The Pomegranates
There was once a man who had many pomegranate trees in his orchard. And for many an autumn he would put his pomegranates on silvery trays outside of his dwelling, and upon the trays he would place signs upon which he himself had written, "Take one for aught. You are welcome."
But people passed by and no one took of the fruit.
Then the man bethought him, and one autumn he placed no pomegranates on silvery trays outside of his dwelling, but he raised this sign in large lettering: "Here we have th best pomegranates in the land, but we sell them for more silver than any other pomegranates."
And now behold, all the men and women of the neighborhood came rushing to buy.
Wanderer, Kahlil Gibran
Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.
Sand and Foam, Kahlil Gibran
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In the past she walked blindly in the light, but now she walks open-eyed in the dark.
~Kahlil Gibran (The Broken Wings)
"You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link.
This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link."
Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)
"Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."
~Kahlil Gibran✨
"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."
Kahlil Gibran
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
— Khalil Gibran
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet strange, I am ungrateful to these teachers.
— Khalil Gibran