And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge." <br /> <br />And he answered, saying: <br /> <br />Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. <br /> <br />But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge. <br /> <br />You would know in words that which you have always know in thought. <br /> <br />You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. <br /> <br />And it is well you should. <br /> <br />The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; <br /> <br />And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. <br /> <br />But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure; <br /> <br />And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line. <br /> <br />For self is a sea boundless and measureless. <br /> <br />Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth." <br /> <br />Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path." <br /> <br />For the soul walks upon all paths. <br /> <br />The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed. <br /> <br />The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.<br /><br />Khalil Gibran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-knowledge-xvii/
