Your Thought and Mine

Your thought is a tree rooted deep in the soil of tradition and
whose branches grow in the power of continuity.
My thought is a cloud moving in the space.
It turns into drops which, as they fall,
form a brook that sings its way into the sea.
Then it rises as vapour into the sky.
Your thought is a fortress that
neither gale nor the lightning can shake.
My thought is a tender leaf that sways
in every direction and finds pleasure in its swaying.
Your thought is an ancient dogma that
cannot change you nor can you change it.
My thought is new, and it tests me and I test it morn and eve.

You have your thought and I have mine.

----------Khalil Gibran


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