#XXCentury
My neighbours, you remember the dawn of youth with pleasure and regret its passing; but I remember it like a prisoner who recalls the bars and shackles of his jail. You speak of those y...
You pray in your distress and in y… For what is prayer but the expansi… And if it is for your comfort to p… And if you cannot but weep when yo… When you pray you rise to meet in…
Your friend is your needs answered… He is your field which you sow wit… And he is your board and your fire… For you come to him with your hung… When your friend speaks his mind y…
I was eighteen years of age when love opened my eyes with its magic rays and touched my spirit for the first time with its fiery fingers, and Selma Karamy was the first woman who awaken...
One day Farris Effandi invited me to dinner at his home. I accepted, my spirit hungry for the divine bread which Heaven placed in the hands of Selma, the spiritual bread which makes our...
A woman said unto a man, “I love… And the woman said, “You love me… And the man only gazed upon her an… Then the woman cried aloud, “I ha… And the man said, “Then it is als…
Build of your imaginings a bower i… For even as you have home—comings… Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in… Would that I could gather your ho…
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through ...
You talk when you cease to be at p… And when you can no longer dwell i… And in much of your talking, think… For thought is a bird of space, th… There are those among you who seek…
You were born together, and togeth… You shall be together when the whi… Ay, you shall be together even in… But let there be spaces in your to… And let the winds of the heavens d…
To you the earth yields her fruit,… It is in exchanging the gifts of t… Yet unless the exchange be in love… When in the market place you toile… Invoke then the master spirit of t…
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed...
Where shall you seek beauty, and h… And how shall you speak of her exc… The aggrieved and the injured say,… Like a young mother half—shy of he… And the passionate say, “Nay, bea…
Pleasure is a freedom—song, But i… It is the blossoming of your desir… But it is not their fruit. It is a depth calling unto a heigh… But it is not space encompassed.
I am a kind word uttered and repea… By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the Blue tent upon the green carpet. I am the daughter of the elements