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 sound
is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your
talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird
of space, that in a cage of words
many indeed unfold its wings but cannot
fly.
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
or 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.
When you meet your
friend on the roadside or in the market place,
let the spirit in you move
your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within
your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep
the truth of your heart as the taste
of the wine is remembered
when the colour is
forgotten and the vessel is no more.
-Khalil Gibran.
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