Upon a lonely mountain, there live… and loved one another. Now these two hermits had one eart… possession. One day an evil spirit entered int…
You talk when you cease to be at p… And when you can no longer dwell i… And in much of your talking, think… For thought is a bird of space, th… There are those among you who seek…
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, “Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon t...
In the town where I was born live… walked in their sleep. One night, while silence enfolded… daughter, walking, yet asleep, met… And the mother spoke, and she said…
You pray in your distress and in y… For what is prayer but the expansi… And if it is for your comfort to p… And if you cannot but weep when yo… When you pray you rise to meet in…
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and prairies the appearance of a great sheet of parchment upon whic...
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper: First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, wit...
Let me sleep, for my soul is intox… Let me rest, for my spirit has had… Light the candles and burn the inc… Scatter leaves of jasmine and rose… Embalm my hair with frankincense a…
In the depth of my soul there is A wordless song —a song that lives In the seed of my heart. It refuses to melt with ink on Parchment; it engulfs my affection
You give but little when you give… It is when you give of yourself th… For what are your possessions but… And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow… And what is fear of need but need…
Would that you could live on the f… But since you must kill to eat, an… And let your board stand an altar… When you kill a beast say to him i… “By the same power that slays you,…
One day in the late part of June, as the people left the city for the mountain to avoid the heat of summer, I went as usual to the temple to meet Selma, carrying with me a little book o...
Your children are not your childre… They are the sons and daughters of… They come through you but not from… And though they are with you yet t… You may give them your love but no…
My friend, I am not what I seem.… care—woven garment that protects m… from my negligence. The 'I’ in me, my friend, dwells… therein it shall remain for ever m…
In the midst of the gardens and hills which connect the city of Beirut with Lebanon there is a small temple, very ancient, dug out of white rock, surrounded by olive, almond, and willow...