Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the day and the nights.But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.You would know in words that witch you have always know in thought.You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.And it is well you should.The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.Or self is a sea boundless and measureless.(K. Gibran)
SELF-KNOWLEDGE-LA CONOSCENZA DI SE'
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the day and the nights.But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.You would know in words that witch you have always know in thought.You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.And it is well you should.The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.Or self is a sea boundless and measureless.(K. Gibran)