Author: Gibran

From the Fallen One I learned 
Of the vanity in pride. 
Adam and Eve taught me that,
From the Creator you cannot hide.
 
Noah’s lesson, to be ever fearful. 
Abraham was the Knight most faithful. 
To the wandering tribes of Israel, 
God commanded of the covenant hold. 
Master Moses who late realized, 
With the Divine be not too bold. 

To David the Lord of all
Spoke of his temple in the heart. 
Erudite Solomon’s lesson, 
Better wise than smart.

From Mary Magdalene and the Apostles,
What greater gift than the Gospels,
Those teachings of the Trinity
Embodied in the Messiah, Christ the  Son,
That through compassionate love all are one.   
  
Namo Guru Christo. 

Not coins of silver, nor gold, nor platinum,
Are accepted as passage by somber Charon,
Who rules the coasts of Styx and Acheron.
His grisly conditioned outstretched hands  
Take not but copper to ferry from those pitch sands.

Only those who have kissed  obol with cold blue lips
Can board the grisly-hull which over shadow slips,
Of the psychopomp son of Erebos and Nyx,
The ferryman of ghosts across the river Styx.

Kin to Thantos  and Hypnos, death and sleep,
Guardian and guide for those who gravely weep,
Carrying away those  furloughed souls,
Over waters only navigable by his long pole.
Grey eyed and of keen gaze,
The one who sees through the deathly haze,
Where others  having met their doom
See no horizon only fog of  gloom.

Psyche he bears on skiff most stable,
Toward that dominion of Hades so sable.
Hail, shepherd of souls over waters raven
Bearer of spirits to the grey safe haven. 

Arrow finds its way,
While the archer finds his breath,
And bow hums away.

Before having poured 
    Water in the glass,
Where was the glass of water?

Subject to dependent origination, 
    As were its constituent parts,
As was the one who poured.

Arising from the causes
   And consequences of  karma,
Its impermanence
    The source of dukkha,
Stemming from attachment. 

Neither existing nor not,
    Before conditioned arising,
As is the one who poured.