The Khalil Gibran Megapack. Khalil Gibran

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and only the unprofitable is caught.

      And let your best be for your friend.

      If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

      For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

      Seek him always with hours to live.

      For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

      And 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.

      * * * *

      And then a scholar said, Speak of Talking.

      And he answered, saying:

      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 you 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 within 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.

      * * * *

      And an astronomer said, “Master, what of Time?”

      And he answered:

      You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.

      You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.

      Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

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

      And knows that yesterday is but to-day’s memory and to-morrow is to-day’s dream.

      And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space.

      Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

      And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

      And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

      But if in your thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,

      And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing.

      * * * *

      And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil.

      And he answered:

      Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.

      For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?

      Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.

      You are good when you are one with yourself.

      Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.

      For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.

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

      You are good when you strive to give of yourself.

      Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.

      For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth and sucks at her breast.

      Surely the fruit cannot say to the root, “Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance.”

      For to the fruit giving is a need, as receiving is a need to the root.

      You are good when you are fully awake in your speech.

      Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose.

      And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.

      You are good when you walk to your goal firmly and with bold steps.

      Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping.

      Even those who limp go not backward.

      But you who are strong and swift, see that you do not limp before the lame, deeming it kindness.

      You are good in countless ways, and you are not evil when you are not good,

      You are only loitering and sluggard.

      Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.

      IN your longing for your giant self lies your goodness: and that longing is in all of you.

      But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea, carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest.

      And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself in angles and bends and lingers before it reaches the shore.

      But let not him who longs much say to him who longs little, “Wherefore are you slow and halting?”

      For the truly good ask not the naked, “Where is your garment?” nor the houseless, “What has befallen your house?”

      * * * *

      Then a priestess said, “Speak to us of Prayer.”

      And he answered, saying:

      You

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