Pristine

It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind,
That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and therefore unto yourself.

And for that wrong committed must you knock and wait a while unheeded at the gate of the blessed.

Often times have I heard you speak of one who commits a wrong as though he were not one of you, but a stranger unto you and an intruder upon your world.
But I say that even as the holy and the righteous cannot rise beyond the highest which is in each one of you.
So the wicked and the weak cannot fall lower than the lowest which is in you also.
And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree, So the wrong-doer cannot do wrong without the hidden will of you all.


The murdered is not unaccountable for his own murder,
And the robbed is not blameless in being robbed.
The righteous is not innocent of the deeds of the wicked,
And the white-handed is not clean in the doings of the felon.

Yea, the guilty is oftentimes the victim of the injured.
And still more often the condemned is the burden bearer for the guiltless and unblamed.

Who are you to judge unless you see the victim and see upon all his deeds in the fullness of light ?

No, but you will make them more miserable by stating that they offended your decorum in front of your best mates, though they never whispered anything about you.
How can they say you were wrong when in heart they still worship you ???

Making them feeble, Making them lose their sense of worth in front of the whole humanity, and Making them listen to the Cruelest allegations of populace who never knew the core….

What shall I say of those who stand in the sunlight, but their backs to the sun ?
They see only their shadows, and their shadows are their laws.

And what is the sun to them but a caster of shadows ?

Brief were my days with you, and briefer still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears, and my love vanish in your memory, I’ll not come again.
And though death may hide me, and the greater silences enfold me, I’ll never seek your understanding.

If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.
Man’s needs change, but not his love, nor his desire that his love should satisfy his needs.

So what, In the stillness of the night I have walked in your streets, and my spirit has entered your house…
So what, Your heartbeats were in my heart, and your breath was upon my face, and I knew you…
So what, I knew your joy and your pain, and in your sleep your dreams were my dreams…
So what, I mirrored the summits in you and the bending slopes, and even the passing flocks of your thoughts and your desires…
So what, No visions, no expectations, no presumptions can outsoar my flight…

So what, If you forget it all…???

Less than a promise have I given, and yet more generous have you been to me.
You have given me my deeper thirsting after life.
Surely there is no greater gift to a man than that which turns all his aims into parching lips and all life into a fountain.
And in this lies my honor and my reward------
That whenever I come to the fountain to drink I find the living water itself thirsty;
And it drinks me while I drink it. Amen..!!

And a good deed that calls itself by tender names becomes the parent to a curse.
It was the truth, Angel…

And if you could hear the whispering of that truth, of that dream you would hear no other sound.

But you do not see, nor do you hear, and it is well.
The veil that clouds your eyes shall be lifted by the hands that wove it,
And the clay that fills your ears shall be pierced by those fingers that kneaded it.

And you shall see.
And you shall hear.
Yet you shall not deplore having known blindness, nor regret having been deaf.
For in that day you shall know the hidden purposes in all things.

And you shall bless darkness as you would bless light…..

God Bless…..