Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

“But let there be spaces in your togetherness.”

“At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and wo…”

“Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.”

“الصمت أرهب من الكلام و أصدق، و لكن ستأتينا ساعة نصمت فيها، فلماذا نصمت قبل أن ت…”