Sublime

You often say, “ I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Tu vivras longtemps, mon garçon. Tu connaîtras l’amour comme un rêve et tu ne voudras pas te réveiller, mais tu te réveilleras. Et tu trouveras ce que tu cherches lorsque tu arrêteras de chercher.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of life’s longing for itself. They come through you, not from you. And though they are with you, they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in th

Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts it drinks even of dead waters.