Spiritual woes

In the light of hearing about possessed beings and wanton celestial activities, I am kicked into spiritual mode. And Kahlil Gibran's literary works come in handy at such a moment. Suddenly devoured by this huge gust of placid inspirational fiction. Lets bask in his words now, shall we...

“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?”

"Woman…

Was created from the rib of a Man,

not from his head to be above him,

not from his feet to be walked upon,

but by his side to be equal,

near to his arms to be protected,

and closed to his heart to be loved…"

“I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.”

“The reality of the other person lies not in what he reveals to you, but what he cannot reveal to you. Therefore, if you would understand him, listen not to what he says, but rather to what he does not say.”

His words never fail me.