A voice cannot carry the tounge and the lips that gave it wings. Alone must it seek the ether

And ever has it been that love knows nit its kwn depth until the hour of separation

Love possesses not nor would it be possesses. For love is sufficient unto love

Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of life can contain your hearts

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 thought, for they have their own thoughts

You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give

There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward

But I say to you that when you work you fulfill a part of earth’s furthesr dream, assigned to you when that dream was born

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate or the temple and take alms of those who work with joy

Verify the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and them walks grinning in the funeral

It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you shall find abundance and be satisfied

You cannot separate the just from the unjust and the good from the wicked

Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though he slays them

And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom become a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfillment

Your reason and your passiom are the rudder and the sails of your seafaring soul

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts

And much in your talking, thinking is half murdered

Yet the timeless in you is aware of life’s timelessness

And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles yet sink not to the bottom

You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance

Your daily life is your temple and your religiom

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing