of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.
memory and tomorrow is today's dream.
And that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first
moment which scattered the stars into space.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless?
And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his
being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
And is not time even as love is, undivided and spaceless?
let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing."
- Kahlil Gibran