REASONINGS FIGHT Souls are oftentimes battlefields.
Upon which reasoning and Your judgment
wage war against passion and Ones appetite.
Would that I could be the peacemaker in Your
soul I might turn the discord and rivalry
of Your elements into Oneness and melody.
I would. That is not My plight in Life but Yours.
But how shall I, unless You Yourselves be also
the peacemakers, nay, the lovers of all Your
elements? Therefore let Your soul exalt Your
reason to the height of passion; that it may
sing; And let it direct Your passion with
reason, that Your passion may live through
its own daily resurrection, and like the
phoenix rise above its own ashes.
The Prophet
Kahlil Gibran
When love beckons to You follow Him,
Though His ways are hard and steep.
And when His wings enfold You yield to Him,
Though the sword hidden among His pinions
may wound You. And when He speaks to You
believe in Him, Though His voice may shatter
Your dreams as the north wind lays waste the
garden. For even as love crowns You so shall
He crucify you. Even as He is for Your growth
so is He for Your pruning. Even as He ascends
to Your height and caresses Your tenderest
branches that quiver in the sun, So shall He
descend to Your roots and shake them in their
clinging to the earth. Like sheaves of corn
He gathers You unto Himself. He threshes You
to make You naked. He sifts You to free You
from Your husks. He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then He assigns You to His sacred fire,
that You may become sacred bread for Jah's
sacred feast. All these things shall love do
unto You that You may know the secrets of Your
heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment
of Life's heart. But if in Your fear You would
seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for You that You cover Your
nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where You shall laugh,
but not all of Your laughter, and weep, but not
all of Your tears. Love gives naught but itself
and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses
not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient
unto love. When You love You should not say, "Jah
is in My heart," but rather, I am in the heart of Jah."
And think not You can direct the course of love,
if it finds You worthy, directs Your course.
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.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks
for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour
and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide
with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in Your heart and a song of praise upon Your lips
This is such between Lovers and Those In Love. For Grey