Prophecies of Earthly Hungers

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.






But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:






To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.







To know the pain of too much tenderness.







To be wounded by your own understanding of love;






And to bleed willingly and joyfully.







Words: Kahlil Gibran on Love, from The Prophet
Images: Megan Diddie

I Hit My Head

"Take up now a handful of good earth.



Do you find in it at seed,



and perhaps a worm?



If your hand were spacious and enduring enough,



the seed might become a forest,



and the worm a flock of angels.



And forget not that the years which turn seeds to forest,



and worms to angels



belong to this Now.



all of the years,



this very Now."

Words: from The Garden of the Prophet by Kahil Gibran
Images: Hernan Paganini