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The Bird Has An Honor That Man Does Not Have. Man Lives In The Traps Of His Abdicated Laws And Traditions; But The Birds Live According To The Natural Law Of God Who Causes The Earth To Turn Around The Sun.

-Khalil Gibran

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The Bird Has An Honor That Man Does Not Have. Man Lives In The Traps Of His Abdicated Laws And Traditions; But The Birds Live According To The Natural Law Of God Who Causes The Earth To Turn Around The Sun.

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And One Of The Elders Of The City , Said , Speak To Us Of Good And Evil. And He Answered : You Are Good In Countless Ways , And You Are Not Evil When You Are Not Good .

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All Work Is Empty Save When There Is Love.

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Out Of Suffering Have Emerged The Strongest Souls; The Most Massive Characters Are Seared With Scars.

Why Dispute What We Shall Be, When We Know Not Even What We Are.

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For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?

Hunger And Thirst

Let Me, O Let Me Bathe My Soul In Colours; Let Me Swallow The Sunset And Drink The Rainbow.

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother.

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

Your Reason And Your Passion Are Your Rudder And Sails Of Your Seafaring Soul, If Either Your Sails Or Your Rudder Be Broken, You Can But Toss And Drift, Or Else Be Held At A Standstill In Mid-seas. For Reason, Ruling Alone, Is A Force Confining; And Passion, Unattended, Is A Flame That Burns To Its Own Destruction.

When You Love You Should Not Say, “god Is In My Heart,” But Rather, “i Am In The Heart Of God.

All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

Let Us Disperse From Our Aloofness And Serve The Weak Who Made Us Strong, And Cleanse The Country In Which We Live. Let Us Teach This Miserable Nation To Smile And Rejoice With Heaven's Bounty And Glory Of Life And Freedom.

Like The Ocean Is Your God-self; It Remains For Ever Undefiled. And Like The Ether It Lifts But The Winged. Even Like The Sun Is Your God-self; It Knows Not The Ways Of The Mole Nor Seeks It The Holes Of The Serpent. But Your God-self Does Not Dwell Alone In Your Being. Much In You Is Still Man, And Much In You Is Not Yet Man, But A Shapeless Pigmy That Walks Asleep In The Mist Searching For Its Own Awakening.

Your Friend Is Your Needs Answered. He Is Your Field Which You Sow With Love And Reap With Thanksgiving. And He Is Your Board And Your Fireside. For You Come To Him With Your Hunger, And You Seek Him For Peace.

Reason Is Not Like The Goods Sold In The Market Places--the More Plentiful They Are, The Less They Are Worth. Reason's Worth Waxes With Her Abundance. But Were She Sold In The Market, It Is Only The Wise Man Who Would Understand Her True Value.

Art Is A Step In The Known Toward The Unknown

A God Who Is Good Knows No Segregation Amongst Words Or Names. And Were A God To Deny His Blessing To Those Who Pursue A Different Path To Eternity, There Would Be No Human Who Should Offer Worship.

Poverty Is A Veil That Obscures The Face Of Greatness. An Appeal Is A Mask Covering The Face Of Tribulation.

We Fear Death, Yet We Long For Slumber And Beautiful Dreams.

I Would Not Exchange The Sorrows Of My Heart For The Joys Of The Multitude. And I Would Not Have The Tears That Sadness Makes To Flow From My Every Part Turn Into Laughter. I Would That My Life Remain A Tear And A Smile.

When Your Friend Speaks His Mind You Fear Not The 'nay' In Your Own Mind, Nor Do You Withhold The 'ay. And When He Is Silent Your Heart Ceases Not To Listen To His Heart; For Without Words, In Friendship, All Thoughts, All Desires, All Expectations Are Born And Shared, With Joy That Is Unacclaimed. When You Part From Your Friend, You Grieve Not; For That Which You Love Most In Him May Be Clearer In His Absence, As The Mountain To The Climber Is Clearer From The Plain.

Education Sows Not Seeds In You, But Makes Your Seeds Grow.

Miserable Is The Man Who Loves A Woman And Takes Her For His Wife, Pouring At Her Feet The Sweat Of His Skin And The Blood Of His Body And The Life Of His Heart, And Placing Her In The Hands Of The Fruit Of His Toil And The Revenue Of His Diligence; For When He Slowly Wakes Up, He Finds That The Heart That He Endeavored To Buy Is Given Away Freely And In Sincerity To Another Man For The Enjoyment Of Its Hidden Secrets And Deepest Love.

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I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

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Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

Inspirational Love

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Defeat, My Defeat, My Deathless Courage, You And I Shall Laugh Together With The Storm, And Together We Shall Dig Graves For All That Die In Us, And We Shall Stand In The Sun With A Will, And We Shall Be Dangerous

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

The Power To Love Is God's Greatest Gift To Man, For It Never Will Be Taken From The Blessed One Who Loves.

And Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit. For Love That Seeks Aught But The Disclosure Of Its Own Mystery Is Not Love But A Net Cast Forth: And Only The Unprofitable Is Caught.

My Friend, Be Not Like Him Who Sits By His Fireside And Watches The Fire Go Out, Then Blows Vainly Upon The Dead Ashes. Do Not Give Up Hope Or Yield To Despair Because Of That Which Is Past, For To Bewail The Irretrievable Is The Worst Of Human Frailties.

When You Work You Fulfill A Part Of Earth's Furthest Dream, Assigned To You When That Dream Was Born, And What Is It To Work With Love? It Is To Weave The Cloth With Threads Drawn From Your Heart, Even As If Your Beloved Were To Wear That Cloth. It Is To Build A House With Affection, Even As If Your Beloved Were To Dwell In That House. It Is To Sow Seeds With Tenderness And Reap The Harvest With Joy, Even As If Your Beloved Were To Eat The Fruit. It Is To Charge All Things You Fashion With A Breath Of Your Own Spirit. Work Is Love Made Visible

Am I A Harp That The Hand Of The Mighty May Touch Me, Or A Flute That His Breath May Pass Through Me? A Seeker Of Silences Am I, And What Treasure Have I Found In Silences That I May Dispense With Confidence?

Prayer Is The Song Of The Heart. It Reaches The Ear Of God Even If It Is Mingled With The Cry And The Tumult Of A Thousand Men.

A Man Can Be Free Without Being Great, But No Man Can Be Great Without Being Free.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

Everyone Has Experienced That Truth: That Love, Like A Running Brook, Is Disregarded, Taken For Granted; But When The Brook Freezes Over, Then People Begin To Remember How It Was When It Ran, And They Want It To Run Again.

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love What The People Abhor And To Show Good Will Toward The One They Hate. It Showed Me That Love Is A Property Not Of The Lover But Of The Beloved. Before My Soul Taught Me, Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo; Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompasses Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.

All Things In This Vast Universe Exist In You, With You, And For You.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful. And Though You Seek In Garments The Freedom Of Privacy, You May Find In Them A Harness And A Chain. Would That You Could Meet The Sun And The Wind With More Of Your Body And Less Of Your Raiment.

Seven Times Have I Despised My Soul: The Sixth Time When She Despised The Ugliness Of A Face, And Knew Not That It Was One Of Her Own Masks.

Love Is Not Without Its Flaws. The Stronger The Love, The More It Tests You. Compassion And Empathy Will Make True Love Persist.

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

Life Without Liberty Is Like A Body Without Spirit. Liberty Without Thought Is Like A Disturbed Spirit.

The Snow And The Storm Destroy The Flower; But Its Seed They Cannot Kill.

You Talk When You Cease To Be At Peace With Your Thoughts.

Thought Provoking

My Yearning Is My Cup, My Burning Thirst Is My Drink, And My Solitude Is My Intoxication; I Do Not And Shall Not Quench My Thirst. But In This Burning That Is Never Extinguished Is A Joy That Never Wanes.

True Love Cannot Be Found Where It Truly Does Not Exist, Nor Can It Be Hidden Where It Truly Does. Anonymous Love Possesses Not Nor Would It Be Possessed; For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

We Stood Up And Bade Each Other Farewell, But Love And Despair Stood Between Us Like Two Ghosts, One Stretching His Wings With His Fingers Over Our Throats, One Weeping And The Other Laughing Hideously. As I Took Selma's Hand And Put It To My Lips, She Came Close To Me And Placed A Kiss On My Forehead, Then Dropped On The Wooden Bench. She Shut Her Eyes And Whispered Softly, "oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings!

For In Truth It Is Life That Gives Unto Life-while You, Who Deem Yourself A Giver, Are But A Witness.

When God Created Man, He Gave Him Music As A Language Different From All Other Languages. And Early Man Sang His Glory In The Wilderness; And Drew The Hearts Of Kings And Moved Them From Their Thrones.

I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold, I Am Here; And I Shall Exist Till The End Of Time, For My Being Has No End.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

Inspiration Is In Seeing A Part Of The Whole With The Part Of The Whole In You.

A Sense Of Humour Is A Sense Of Proportion.

The Love Of A Parent For A Child Is The Love That Should Grow Towards Separation.

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.

If You Reveal Your Secrets To The Wind, You Should Not Blame The Wind For Revealing Them To The Trees.

Keeping Secrets

Limited Love Asks For Possession Of The Beloved, But The Unlimited Asks Only For Itself.

For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun? And What Is It To Cease Breathing But To Free The Breath From Its Restless Tides, That It May Rise And Expand And Seek God Unencumbered? Only When You Drink From The River Of Silence Shall You Indeed Sing. And When You Have Reached The Mountaintop,then You Shall Begin To Climb. And When The Earth Shal Claim Your Limbs,then Shall You Truly Dance.

Your Freedom When It Loses Its Fetters Becomes Itself The Fetter Of A Greater Freedom.

I Am The Lover's Gift; I Am The Wedding Wreath; I Am The Memory Of A Moment Of Happiness; I Am The Last Gift Of The Living To The Dead; I Am A Part Of Joy And A Part Of Sorrow.

You Are Far, Far Greater Than You Know - And All Is Well.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain... When You Are Joyous Look Deep Into Your Heart And You Will Find That It Is Only That Which Has Given You Sorrow That Is Giving You Joy.

Inspirational Love

And What Word Is Knowledge But A Shadow Of Wordless Knowledge?

When You Reach The Heart Of Life You Shall Find Beauty In All Things, Even In The Eyes That Are Blind To Beauty.

Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.

And You Receivers - And You Are All Receivers - Assume No Weight Of Gratitude, Lest You Lay A Yoke Upon Yourself And Upon Him Who Gives. Rather Rise Together With The Giver On His Gifts As On Wings; For To Be Overmindful Of Your Debt, Is To Doubt His Generosity Who Has The Free Hearted Earth For Mother, And God For Father.

Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights.

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights. But Your Ears Thirst For The Sound Of The Heart's Knowledge. You Would Know In Words That Which You Have Always Known In Thought. You Would Touch With Your Fingers The Naked Body Of The Dreams.

The First Thought Of God Was An Angel. The First Word Of God Was A Man

You Shall Be Free Indeed When Your Days Are Not Without A Care, Nor Your Nights Without A Want And A Grief, But Rather When These Things Girdle Your Life And Yet You Rise Above Them Naked And Unbound.

Beauty Is Not A Need But An Ecstasy. It Is Not A Mouth Thirsting Nor An Empty Hand Stretched Forth, But Rather A Heart Enflamed And A Soul Enchanted.

For The Vision Of One Man Lends Not Its Wings To Another Man.

For What Is Prayer But The Expansion Of Your Self Into The Living Ether?

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself, But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires.

Your Friend Is Your Needs Answered.

Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of The Lion, Ere You Make The Rabbit My Prey

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding.

O Love, Whose Lordly Hand Has Bridled My Desires, And Raised My Hunger And My Thirst To Dignity And Pride, Let Not The Strong In Me And The Constant Eat The Bread Or Drink The Wine That Tempt My Weaker Self. Let Me Rather Starve, And Let My Heart Parch With Thirst, And Let Me Die And Perish, Ere I Stretch My Hand To A Cup You Did Not Fill, Or A Bowl You Did Not Bless.

Oh Heart, If One Should Say To You That The Soul Perishes Like The Body, Answer That The Flower Withers, But The Seed Remains.

And If You Would Know God, Be Not Therefore A Solver Of Riddles. Rather Look About You And You Shall See Him Playing With Your Children.

Whoever Would Be A Teacher Of Men Let Him Begin By Teaching Himself Before Teaching Others; And Let Him Teach By Example Before Teaching By Word. For He Who Teaches Himself And Rectifies His Own Ways Is More Deserving Of Respect And Reverence Than He Who Would Teach Others And Rectify Their Ways.

Our Anxiety Does Not Come From Thinking About The Future, But From Wanting To Control It.

Youth Is A Beautiful Dream, On Whose Brightness Books Shed A Blinding Dust. Will Ever The Day Come When The Wise Link The Joy Of Knowledge To Youth's Dream? Will Ever The Day Come When Nature Becomes The Teacher Of Man, Humanity His Book And Life His School? Youth's Joyous Purpose Cannot Be Fulfilled Until That Day Comes. Too Slow Is Our March Toward Spiritual Elevation, Because We Make So Little Use Of Youth's Ardor.

I Am Ignorant Of Absolute Truth. But I Am Humble Before My Ignorance And Therein Lies My Honor And My Reward.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.

Life Is But A Sleep Disturbed By Dreaming, Prompted By The Will; The Saddened Soul With Sadness Hides It's Secrets, And The Gay, With Thrill.

When You See A Man Led To Prison Say In Your Heart, "mayhap He Is Escaping From A Narrower Prison." And When You See A Man Drunken Say In Your Heart, "mayhap He Sought Escape From Something Still More Unbeautiful.

Believing Is A Fine Thing, But Placing Those Beliefs Into Execution Is A Test Of Strength. Many Are Those Who Talk Like The Roar Of The Sea, Gut Their Lives Are Shallow And Stagnant, Like The Rotting Marshes. Many Are Those Who Lift Their Heads Above The Mountain Tops, But Their Spirits Remain Dormant In The Obscurity Of The Caverns.

Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish As Arguing With A Drunkard.

The Feelings We Live Through In Love And In Loneliness Are Simply, For Us, What High Tide And Low Tide Are To The Sea.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You?

The Mother Is Everything - She Is Our Consolation In Sorrow, Our Hope In Misery, And Our Strength In Weakness. She Is The Source Of Love, Mercy, Sympathy, And Forgiveness. He Who Loses His Mother Loses A Pure Soul Who Blesses And Guards Him Constantly

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping, For Only The Hand Of God Can Contain Your Hearts.

My House Says To Me, "do Not Leave Me, For Here Dwells Your Past." And The Road Says To Me, "come And Follow Me, For I Am Your Future." And I Say To Both My House And The Road, "i Have No Past, Nor Have I A Future. If I Stay Here, There Is A Going In My Staying; And If I Go There Is A Staying In My Going. Only Love And Death Change All Things."

Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Beautiful.

The Universe Is My Country And The Human Family Is My Tribe.

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

The Most Wonderful Thing, Mary, Is That You And I Are Always Walking Together, Hand In Hand, In A Strangely Beautiful World, Unknown To Other People. We Both Stretch One Hand To Receive From Life - And Life Is Generous Indeed.

Let Ignorance Reproduce Itself Until It Is Weary Of Its Own Offspring.

People Of Orphalese, Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face. But You Are Life And You Are The Veil. Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror. But You Are Eternity And You Are The Mirror.

Those Who Give You A Serpent When You Ask For A Fish, May Have Nothing But Serpents To Give.

If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.

They Deem Me Mad Because I Will Not Sell My Days For Gold; And I Deem Them Mad Because They Think My Days Have A Price.

To Understand The Heart And Mind Of A Person, Look Not At What He Has Already Achieved, But At What He Aspires To.

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

Most People Who Ask For Advice From Others Have Already Resolved To Act As It Pleases Them.

He Who Defines His Conduct By Ethics Imprisons His Song-bird In A Cage.

Who Are You That Men Should Rend Their Bosom And Unveil Their Pride, That You May See Their Worth Naked And Their Pride Unabashed? See First That You Yourself Deserve To Be A Giver, And An Instrument Of Giving.

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.

The Ageless Melody, Unheard, Heals; The Healing Vision, Unseen, Leads; The True Leaders, Immortal, Know...

Always You Have Been Told That Work Is A Curse And Labor A Misfortune. But I Say To You That When You Work You Fulfill A Part Of Earth's Furthest Dream, Assigned To You When That Dream Was Born.

They Consider Me To Have Sharp And Penetrating Vision Because I See Them Through The Mesh Of A Sieve.

If Winter Should Say, 'spring Is In My Heart,' Who Would Believe Winter?

God Has Bestowed Upon You Intelligence And Knowledge. Do Not Extinguish The Lamp Of Divine Grace And Do Not Let The Candle Of Wisdom Die Out In The Darkness Of Lust And Error. For A Wise Man Approaches With His Torch To Light Up The Path Of Mankind.

In Every Aspect Of The Day Jesus Was Aware Of The Father. He Beheld Him In The Clouds And In The Shadows Of The Clouds That Pass Over The Earth.

It Is Not The Sap Within The Furrowed Bark, Nor A Wing Attached To A Claw, But Rather A Garden Forever In Bloom And A Flock Of Angels Forever In Flight.

You Work That You May Keep Peace With The Earth And The Soul Of The Earth.

The Smallest Act Of Kindness Is Worth More Than The Greatest Intention.

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

And When You Crush An Apple With Your Teeth, Say To It In Your Heart: Your Seeds Shall Live In My Body, And The Buds Of Your Tomorrow Shall Blossom In My Heart, And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

Marriage Is Like A Golden Ring In A Chain, Whose Beginning Is A Glance And Whose Ending Is Eternity.

Passionate Love Is A Quenchless Thirst.

A Voice Cannot Carry The Tongue And The Lips That Gave It Wings. Alone Must It Seek The Ether. And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

The Very Strength That Protects The Heart From Injury Is The Strength That Prevents The Heart From Enlarging To Its Intended Greatness Within. The Song Of The Voice Is Sweet, But The Song Of The Heart Is The Pure Voice Of Heaven.

Pity The Nation Whose Statesman Is A Fox, Whose Philosopher Is A Juggler, And Whose Art Is The Art Of Patching And Mimicking. Pity The Nation That Welcomes Its New Ruler With Trumpetings, And Farewells Him With Hootings, Only To Welcome Another Ruler With Trumpetings Again. Pity The Nation Whose Sages Are Dumb With Years And Whose Strong Men Are Yet In The Cradle. Pity The Nation Divided Into Fragments, Each Fragment Deeming Itself A Nation.

In Truth We Gaze But Do Not See, And Hearken But Do Not Hear; We Eat And Drink But Do Not Taste. And There Lies The Difference Between Jesus Of Nazareth And Ourselves. His Senses Were All Continually Made New, And The World To Him Was Always A New World.

Faith Is A Knowledge Within The Heart, Beyond The Reach Of Proof.

Like The Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow Your Heart Dreams Of Spring.

And Alone And Without His Nest Shall The Eagle Fly Across The Sun.

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

Trickery Succeeds Sometimes, But It Always Commits Suicide.

Hallow The Body As A Temple To Comeliness And Sanctify The Heart As A Sacrifice To Love; Love Recompenses The Adorers.

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

We Shall Never Understand One Another Until We Reduce The Language To Seven Words.

If The Other Person Injures You, You May Forget The Injury; But If You Injure Him You Will Always Remember.

Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There Is A Smilling Dawn.

Your Daily Life Is Your Temple And Your Religion. When You Enter Into It Take With You Your All.

Our God, Who Art Our Winged Self, It Is Thy Will In Us That Willeth. It Is Thy Desire In Us That Desireth. It Is Thy Urge In Us That Would Turn Our Nights, Which Are Thine, Into Days Which Are Thine Also. We Cannot Ask Thee For Aught, For Thou Knowest Our Needs Before They Are Born In Us: Thou Art Our Need; And In Giving Us More Of Thyself Thou Givest Us All.

Spare Me The Political Events And Power Struggles, As The Whole Earth Is My Homeland And All Men Are My Fellow Countrymen.

Seek Ye Counsel Of The Aged For Their Eyes Have Looked On The Faces Of The Years And Their Ears Have Hardened To The Voices Of Life. Even If Their Counsel Is Displeasing To You, Pay Heed To Them.

Tears Have Cleansed My Eyes, And Errors Have Taught Me The Language Of The Hearts.

In The Sweetness Of Friendship Let There Be Laughter, And Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

Love One Another, But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls. Fill Each Other's Cup But Drink Not From One Cup. Give One Another Of Your Bread But Eat Not From The Same Loaf Sing And Dance Together And Be Joyous, But Let Each One Of You Be Alone, Even As The Strings Of A Lute Are Alone Though They Quiver With The Same Music.

If I Accept The Sunshine And Warmth, Then I Must Also Accept The Thunder And Lightning.

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