Sunday, November 20, 2005

On Time


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 today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream.

And that 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 spaceless? But if in your
thought you must measure time into seasons, let each season encircle
all the other seasons, And let today embrace the past with remembrance
and the future with longing.

Kahil Gibran


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