Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Autumn • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran •

Autumn
Let us go and gather grapes in the vineyard
For the winepress, and keep the wine in old
Vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the
Ages in eternal vessels.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Summer • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran •

Summer
Let us go into the fields, my beloved, for the
Time of harvest approaches, and the sun's eyes
Are ripening the grain.

Kahlil Gibran Poetry • The Life of Love XVI - Spring • Reading this beautiful poem by Kahlil Gibran •

Spring
Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
For the snow is water, and Life is alive from its
Slumber and is roaming the hills and valleys.
Let us follow the footprints of Spring into the
Distant fields, and mount the hilltops to draw
Inspiration high above the cool green plains.

Rumi Poetry • Two kinds of intelligence • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.

Rumi Poetry • The taste of morning • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

Time's knife slides from the sheath,
as fish from where it swims.
Being closer and closer is the desire
of the body. Don't wish for union!

Rumi Poetry • The seed market • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

Can you find another market like this?
Where,
with your one rose
you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Rumi Poetry • The breeze at dawn • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

Rumi Poetry • Moving water • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

When you do things from your soul, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.
When actions come from another section, the feeling
disappears.

Rabindranath Tagore Poetry • Dungeon • Reading this beautiful poem by Rabindranath Tagore •

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

Rumi Poetry • Two friends • Reading this beautiful poem by Rumi •

A certain person came to the Friend's door
and knocked.
"Who's there?"
"It's me."
The Friend answered, "Go away. There's no place
for raw meat at this table."