...the colors were Breath Pausing at sunrise!!
BEING TRUTH IN GRACED SILENCE IS FREEDOM
“In Haiti good and evil are one,,,
and we never confuse the two.”
“In Haiti nothing is ever as it appears to be.”
Serpent and the Rainbow
(first read just prior to H.I. arrival 1988 for fulltime
a Friend INSISTED I read this book)
On Good and Evil
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
Verily when good is hungry it seeks food even in dark caves, and when it thirsts
it drinks even of dead waters.
Yet when you are not one with yourself you are not evil.
For a divided house is not a den of thieves; it is only a divided house.
And a ship without rudder may wander aimlessly among perilous isles
yet sink not to the bottom.
Yet you are not evil when you seek gain for yourself.
For when you strive for gain you are but a root that clings to the earth
and sucks at her breast.
Surely the fruit cannot say to the root,
"Be like me, ripe and full and ever giving of your abundance."
For to the fruit giving is a need,
as receiving is a need to the root.
Yet you are not evil when you sleep while your tongue staggers without purpose.
And even stumbling speech may strengthen a weak tongue.
Yet you are not evil when you go thither limping.
Even those who limp go not backward.
But you who are strong and swift,
see that you do not limp before the lame,
deeming it kindness.
You are only loitering and sluggard.
Pity that the stags cannot teach swiftness to the turtles.
and that longing is in all of you.
But in some of you that longing is a torrent rushing with might to the sea,
carrying the secrets of the hillsides and the songs of the forest.
And in others it is a flat stream that loses itself
in angles and bends
and lingers before it reaches the shore.
"Wherefore are you slow and halting?"
For the truly good ask not the naked,
"Where is your garment?"
nor the houseless,
"What has befallen your house?"
else it could not have been so universal and so potent,
but the majesty and beauty of the language
with which he clothed it were all his own."
-- Claude Bragdon
Regarding Kahlil Gibran