On Love
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth...
On Pain
Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore, trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the hand of the Unseen. And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears...
On Death
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and earth are one, even as the river and the sea are one… For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free that breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered...? And when death shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
“The Prophet,” Kahlil Gibran
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