Soul Sunday

Here I sit between my brother the mountain

And my sister the sea.

We three are one in

loneliness, and the love that binds us together

is deep and strong and strange.

Nay, it is deeper than

my sister's depth and stronger

than my brother's strength, and stranger

than the strangeness of my madness.

Aeons upon aeons have passed since

the first grey dawn made us

visible to one another; and though we have

seen the birth and the fullness and the death

of many worlds, we are still

eager and young.

We are young and eager and yet

we are mateless and unvisited, and though

we lie in unbroken half embrace,

we are comforted.

And what comfort is there for controlled desire

and unspent passion?
Whence shall come the flaming

god to warm my sister's bed?

And what she-torrent shall

quench my brother's fire? And who is

the woman that shall command my heart?

In the stillness of the night my sister

murmurs in her sleep the fire-god's

unknown name, and my brother calls afar

upon the cool and distant goddess.

But upon whom I call in my sleep

I know not.

Here I sit between my brother

the mountain and my sister the sea. We three

are one in loneliness, and the love

that binds us together is deep and strong

and strange. 

~Kahlil Gabran~

Namaste,

Jennifer Renee