Have I spoken this day of aught else?
Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul, even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?
Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?
Who can spread his hours before him, saying, "This for God and this for myself; This for my soul, and this other for my body?"
All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.
He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.
The freest song comes not through bars and wires.
And he to whom worshiping is a window, to open but also to shut, has not yet visited the house of his soul whose windows are from dawn to dawn.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion.
According to Paul Fitzgerald of the University of Santa Clara, the idea of a moral code bound by religious standards  creates a uniform believer: 
 To be in a faith tradition is to participate actively in a whole world of thought and action, of motive and image, of attraction and intuition. 
 By designating one’s actions according to such a code of ethics, they surrender their freedom to subjectively choose the difference between right and wrong. Although  religious himself , Gibran warns against the confinement of subjectivity imposed by religion. 
 The  caged bird  is a common trope in literature used to illustrate the imprisonment of one’s will. 

On Religion