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April 24, 2014 birds 020
In the sweetness of friendship;
let there be laughter
and the sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things
the heart finds its morning
and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran
Photo By Woodland Gnome 2014
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January 1 2014 Parkway 015

To understand

the heart and mind of a person,

look not  at what

he has already achieved,

but at what he aspires

to do.

Kahlil Gibran

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

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To you the Earth yields her fruit,

and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.

It is in exchanging the gifts of the Earth

that you shall find abundance and be satisfied,

Yet unless the exchange be in love and kindly justice,

it will but lead some to greed and others to hunger.

Khalil Gibran

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2013

September 12 Parkway 009… 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.

Kahlil Gibran

Photo by Woodland Gnome, 2013

The Soul Unfolds Itself

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.

Kahlil Gibran
Photo by Woodland Gnome  2008