Today I thought I would share with you an excerpt from one of my favourite books.
I’ve chosen a section from The Prophet, by Kahlil Gibran.
I’ve bought several copies of this book over the years and gave them away to friends who said, “What’s it about?”
The copy I currently have was bought in a secondhand bookshop, here in Taipei. One of the things I like about buying used books is seeing the messages people write in them.
They seem to give a book a past, a history, and they end up feeling more precious than a new, unused copy.
Here’s what’s written in my copy of The Prophet.
How great is that!
So it’s not just me that feels the need to give away copies of this book.
And funnily enough, it’s the section on children that I was planning on sharing with you today. I won’t share with you the whole chapter, just a snippet.
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
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.
Have a great weekend.