He is your field which you sow with love
and reap with thanksgiving.
And let there be no purpose in friendship
save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the dis-
closure of its own mystery is not love but
a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable
And let your best be for your friend.
And in the sweetness of friendship let
there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart
finds its morning and is refreshed.
~ Kahlil Gibran ~Pin It Now!