So beautiful, these words by Gibran.. in his famous book, 'The Prophet'.. words that dance like dust motes held in a ray of light.. as man searches, confused.. for an answer that seeps its fragrance into pages of history, leaving our souls parched and thirsting.. the cobwebs getting thicker.. making it more and more difficult to 'see'..
He speaks at length about 'human life' like love, marriage, children, giving, work etc..
I have tried to air the pages.. let the 'light' in.. hope it's true fragrance reaches all the souls it was meant to.. our perceptions celebrating divinity in each particle there ever was or will be.. suffusing life with hues of hope and joy.. a handful of moments.. a fistful of air.
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