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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger
Isn't this wonderful? Each time I return to this poem and reread its lines, I feel as if I am greeting old friends in the phrases. They continue to stay with me.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
Especially that middle section...
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea...
Gibran is giving us a tangible image of self as a sea of infinite depths. And it is our very nature seek self-knowledge, ultimately to pour ourselves into it, to discover treasure within its depths.
I like his assertion that we should not attempt to weigh or measure what we discover.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
It is as if when we measure, we think we have comprehended and possessed it, but we have in some way externalized it and defined artificial boundaries. By quantifying, we have limited what is, by nature, limitless.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
And his final lines--
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
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