by Kahlil Gibran - The Prophet
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 and live in your lips,
and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a
cage 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 with them,
but they tell it not in words.
In the bosom of such as these
the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
When you meet your friend on the roadside
or in the market place, let the spirit in you
move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to
the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart
as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the colour is forgotten and
the vessel is no more.
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Warm wishes!
Sincerely,
Alex Quirante
"There is always a better way of doing things, there is nothing best!" ->
A motto for progress.