SONG OF LOVE |
Song of Love - Khalil Gibran
I am the lover’s eyes, and the spirit’s Wine, and the heart’s nourishment. I am a rose. My heart opens at dawn and The virgin kisses me and places... Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 21:06:00 GMT |
Song for my TWIN FLAME |
LOVER'S CALL Khalil Gibran
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants look upon the breast of their mothers? Or are you in yo... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 09:22:00 GMT |
GIBRAN, KAHLIL - FROM HIS WRITINGS |
GIBRAN, KAHLIL - FROM HIS WRITINGS(1883 1931)* Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh, and the greatness which does not bow before children. * There are... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 10:05:00 GMT |
PEACE |
PEACE Khalil Gibran
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prev... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 09:38:00 GMT |
YOUR THOUGHT AND MINE |
Your Thought and Mine Khalil GibranYour thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition and whose branches grow in the power of continuity. My thought is a cloud moving in the space. It t... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 09:32:00 GMT |
THE CRIMINAL |
THE CRIMINAL Khalil Gibran
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker’s portion of the street stretching his hand toward all who passed, begging and repeating his hand tow... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 08:41:00 GMT |
LEAVE ME, MY BLAMER |
LEAVE ME, MY BLAMER Khalil Gibran
Leave me, my blamer, For the sake of the love which unites your soul with that of your beloved one; For the sake of that which joins spirit with mothers affection, An... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 08:32:00 GMT |
A POET’S VOICE |
A POET’S VOICE Khalil Gibran
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and ... Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 08:28:00 GMT |
VISION |
VISION - Khalil Gibran
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a d... Posted by on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 21:50:00 GMT |