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 theContinue 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 forContinue 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 truthContinue 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 offersContinue 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;Continue reading “Ghana Calls by W.E.B Du Bois”

Shantiniketan Song – Rabindranath Tagore

Listen here She is our own, the darling of our hearts, Santiniketan. Our dreams are rocked in her arms. Her face is a fresh wonder of love every time we see her, for she is our own, the darling of our hearts. In the shadows of her trees we meet in the freedom of herContinue reading “Shantiniketan Song – Rabindranath Tagore”