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"Parts of my pics 4" (diff. techn., 29,7 x 21 cm) |
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship."
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. 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. 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. 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.
K. Gibran |
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"Wild and old" (diff. techn. 50,1 x 35 cm) |
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said: 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 thoughts. For they have
their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which
you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes
not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer
sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your
bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is
stable.
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