What if each would become a part of a wholeand she’d say, you have touched my soul,and meant it though she didn’t have a clueas to what a soul was, just sensedthe tip of an invisible blue flame burning along her spine as his skinunraveled under her fingertips? — Hedy Habra, from “Or What If… Continue reading Hedy Habra
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? […] And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. — Kahlil Gibran, “On Death,” The Prophet (Knopf, 1923)
On Joy and Sorrow Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.And he answered:Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.And how else can it be?The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.Is not… Continue reading Khalil Gibran
Night is an element of love; like fog. It liberates space, lets freshness cross it. Its magic elevates the body, brings to the surface the mystery of just being alive, being. With or without stars and galaxies, the sky becomes a private territory—the imagination’s own scope. These are moments when one reaches all there is… Continue reading Etel Adnan
The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. — Khalil Gibran
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. And there are those who have… Continue reading Kahlil Gibran
The deeper sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain. — Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet. (Rupa [Educa Books] April 14, 2003) Originallly published 1923.
I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. ― Kahlil Gibran, The Madman. (Waking Lion Press August 17, 2006) Originally published 1918.
I was a butterfly caught by a fire: neither the day’s nor the night’s but the incandescence that radiates from the body like a receding sickness. — Etel Adnan, from “The Manifestations of the Voyage,” The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations Of The Voyage ( Post Apollo Press, 1990)
Morality is violence. An invisible violence at first. Love is a supreme violence, hidden deep in the darkness of our atoms. When a stream flows into a river, it’s love and it’s violence. When a cloud loses itself in the sky, it’s a marriage. When the roots of a tree split open a rock it’s… Continue reading Etel Adnan
The Vale of Soul-Making 