Religion

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Ramta

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• Mar 1, 2009

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RELIGION​

Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,​

And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise
ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?​

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?​

Who can spread his hours before him, saying, "This for God and this for myself;
This for my soul, and this other for my body?"​

All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.​

He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.​

The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.​

And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.​

The freest song comes not through bars and wires.​

And he to whom worshipping is a window, to open but also to shut,
has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.​

Your daily life is your temple and your religion.​

Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.​

Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute,​

The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight.​

For in revery you cannot rise above your achievements
nor fall lower than your failures.​

And take with you all men:​

For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes
nor humble yourself lower than their despair.​

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.​

And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud,
outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.​

You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.​

- - Kahlil Gibran - -​

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Ramta

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• Mar 2, 2009

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SELF-KNOWLEDGE​

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

But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.​

You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.​

You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.​

And it is well you should.​

The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run
murmuring to the sea;​

And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.​

But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;​

And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.​

For self is a sea boundless and measureless.​

Say not, "I have found the truth,"
but rather, "I have found a truth."​

Say not, "I have found the path of the soul."
Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."​

For the soul walks upon all paths.​

The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.​

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.​

- - Kahili Gibran - -​

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• Aug 2, 2013

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