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 when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your
heart, you live in your lips.
Sound is a diversion and a pastime.
For thought is a bird of space,
that in a cage of words may indeed
unfold its wings, but cannot fly.
that in a cage of words may indeed
unfold its wings, but cannot fly.
Kahlil Gibran
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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 of forethought
reveal a truth which they themselves
do not understand.
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 of 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 ~ ~ ~
the truth within them, but they tell it not
in words.
In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells
in rhythmic silence ~ ~ ~
Kahlil Gibran
Thanks to Dorothea Mills
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