On Self-Knowledge

Kahlil Gibran (1883–1931) · 1923

33 lines · from The Prophet

And a man said, Speak to us ofSelf-Knowledge.

And he answered, saying:

Your hearts know in silence the secretsof the days and the nights.

But your ears thirst for the sound ofyour heart’s knowledge.

You would know in words that which youhave always known in thought.

You would touch with your fingers thenaked body of your dreams.

And it is well you should.

The hidden well-spring of your soul mustneeds rise and run murmuring to the sea;

And the treasure of your infinite depthswould be revealed to your eyes.

But let there be no scales to weigh yourunknown treasure;

And seek not the depths of yourknowledge with staff or soundingline.

For self is a sea boundless andmeasureless.

Say not, “I have found the truth,” butrather, “I have found a truth.”

Say not, “I have found the path of thesoul.” Say rather, “I have met the soulwalking upon my path.”

For the soul walks upon all paths.

The soul walks not upon a line, neitherdoes it grow like a reed.

The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus ofcountless petals.

Words in this poem

needs adv.
Of necessity; necessarily; indispensably; -- often with must, and equivalent to of need. [Orig. gen. of need, used as an adverb. Cf. - wards.]
measureless a.
Without measure; unlimited; immeasurable.
countless a.
Incapable of being counted; not ascertainable; innumerable.

Definitions and etymologies from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, 1913.

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On Self-Knowledge is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Prophet, Project Gutenberg ebook #58585; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.

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