my humble friend
my humble friend
the dust that gathers at your feet
is sweet perfume to my nostrils
its an essence of virtue and goodness
which is cleansing and provides
a treasure of excellence
steeping you in the deep waters
of God-consciousness
leading you up on the steps of
eternity, out of the transient clutches of being
abandon not humbleness, my friend
for it is the secret doctrine
lo, confess, you’ve a special gift my friend
unpraised by men yet seen by the gods - humbleness
is the mother of all rivers
it is the sweet nectar upon
whose wings you can fly across
the rubicon into the land of
everlasting light
A donation to eternity, A contribution to the future
“You must appreciate that you make history also. For history is a very human thing. We bring it into being by what we do and do not do. Thus, we must understand that everything we do is important and a contribution to that history. Every night we don’t read; every day we refuse to learn our own history contributes to a negative history. There is a quote by King Kheti found in The Husia, the sacred text of ancient Egypt which says, ‘Every day is a donation to eternity, and even one hour is a contribution to the future, ’” wrote one Dr John Henrik Clarke in “Pan Africanism and the Future of the African Family.”
I strive every day, in every way to be the change I want to see in the world, as Gandhi advised. The hwindi is oblivious to this. He is struck in his own rut, which he has been in for a long time now. I don’t know when exactly roles reversed, and we became the meek, servile sheep at his mercy. It wasn’t always like this. Yes there was that time, of crippling transport blues and debilitating winding queues (of course that seems like a description of the present) when they became kings because for a certain fee they could “allow” you- if you were unprincipled enough- to jump the queue. Read more
