Howard Thurman, “Knowledge . . . Shall Vanish Away”

There is a sense of wholeness at the core of manThat must abound in all he does;That marks with reverence his ev’ry step;That has its sway when all else fails;That wearies out all evil things;That warms the depth of frozen fearsMaking friend of foe,Making love of hate,And lasts beyond the living and the dead,Beyond the goals of peace, the ends of war!This man seeks through all his years:To be complete and of one piece, within, without. — “Knowledge . . . Shall Vanish Away,” in The Inward Journey Continue reading Howard Thurman, “Knowledge . . . Shall Vanish Away”

Karenge Ya Marenge (Do or Die) by Countee Cullen

Dark Rapture, Beauford Delaney Wherein are words sublime or noble? What  Invests one speech with haloed eminence,  Makes it the sesame for all doors shut,  Yet in its like sees but impertinence?  Is it the hue? Is it the cast of eye,  The curve of lip or Asiatic breath,  Which mark a lesser place for Gandhi’s cry  Than “Give me liberty or give me death!” Is Indian speech so quaint, so weak, so rude,  So like its land enslaved, denied, and crude,  That men who claim they fight for liberty  Can hear this battle-shout impassively,  Yet to their arms with high … Continue reading Karenge Ya Marenge (Do or Die) by Countee Cullen

Howard Thurman – A Meditation on Thanksgiving

For all these I make an act of Thanksgiving this day. I pass before me the mainsprings of my heritage: The fruits of the labors of countless generations who lived before me, without whom my own life would have no meaning; The seers who saw visions and dreamed dreams; The prophets who sensed a truth greater than the mind could grasp and whose words could only find fulfillment in the years which they would never see; The workers whose sweat has watered the trees, the leaves of which are for the healing of the nations; … The restlessness which bottoms … Continue reading Howard Thurman – A Meditation on Thanksgiving

Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love by Mirabai

Do not mention the name of love,  O my simple-minded companion.  Strange is the path  When you offer your love.  Your body is crushed at the first step.  If you want to offer love  Be prepared to cut off your head  And sit on it.  Be like the moth,  Which circles the lamp and offers its body.  Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn,  Offers its head to the hunter.  Be like the partridge,  Which swallows burning coals  In love of the moon.  Be like the fish  Which yields up its life  When separated from the sea.  Be … Continue reading Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love by Mirabai

Ghana Calls by W.E.B Du Bois

Dedicated to Kwame Nkrumah I was a little boy, at home with strangers.    I liked my playmates, and knew well,    Whence all their parents came; From England, Scotland, royal France    From Germany and oft by chance The humble Emerald Isle. But my brown skin and close-curled hair Was alien, and how it grew, none knew; Few tried to say, some dropped a wonderful word or stray; Some laughed and stared. And then it came: I dreamed.    I placed together all I knew All hints and slurs together drew.    I dreamed. I made one picture of what nothing seemed    I shuddered … Continue reading Ghana Calls by W.E.B Du Bois