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I have met the soul walking upon my path.
I'm not too much of a wild guy. I'm all about work, I'm all about studio.
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.
Does the song of the sea end at the shore or in the hearts of those who listen to it?
What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.
I have learned that the place where I subsist is all places, and the space I occupy is all intervals.
You are still despised and mocked, A man too weak and infirm to be God, A God too much man to call forth adoration.
Power lies in reason, resolution, and truth. No matter how long the tyrant endures, he will be the loser at the end.
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble.
The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.
In my thought there is only one universal religion, whose varied paths are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being.
Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife.
They say if one understands himself, he understands all people. But I say to you, when one loves people, he learns something about himself.
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you.
Master, Master Poet, Master of our silent desires, The heart of the world quivers with the throbbing of your heart, But it burns not with your song.
My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me that the lamp which I carry does not belong to me, and the song that I sing was not generated from within me.
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.
The wind may blow and then cease, and the sea shall swell and then weary, but the heart of life is a sphere quiet and serene, and the star that shines therein is fixed for evermore.
I go — as others already crucified have gone. And think not we are weary of crucifixion. For we must be crucified by larger and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
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.
All this I say that you may understand not only in the mind but rather in the spirit. The mind weighs and measures but it is the spirit that reaches the heart of life and embraces the secret; and the seed of the spirit is deathless.
Vain are the beliefs and teachings that make man miserable, and false is the goodness that leads him into sorrow and despair, for it is man's purpose to be happy on this earth and lead the way to felicity and preach its gospel wherever he goes.
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.’
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who preceded you. The speech they weave is a link between you and your human siblings. The consequences that cause sorrow and rapture are the seeds that the past has sown in the field of the soul, and by which the future shall profit.
