Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,

And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow
is today's dream.

And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling
within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into
space.

Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?

And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless,
encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from
love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

Autor: Kahlil Gibran