Passion and Intellect

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The passion and the intellect
The two sides of the soul
And without the two of them
None of us are whole
The passion drives our lust and rage
Our love and tenderness
The intellect is part the sage
But would give no caress

The dark side of our passions are
The raging heat of hate
The intellect is worse by far
Like damp cold hands of fate
Our better passions urge us on
To giving and true grace
Our intellect is dragged along
Just slightly out of place

The bright side of our intellect
That spark that is true thought
Gives to us when we least expect
New themes we’ve not been taught
Like then, when oh, so long ago
As sitting in his bath
Old Aristotle felt its glow
Ran naked down the path

The soul that’s driven to the dark
In passion and in thought
May do those deeds so cold and stark
That conscience stands for nought
Some murderers and kings who win
Are cold and dark inside
The one is known for all his sin
The other’s puffed with pride

Those saintly ones whose hearts are pure
Invite the blows of rage
They seem to hold a sweet allure
Their deaths fill history’s page
It may be good to help the weak
Be good not to strike out
There may be risk to those who speak
Where bigots stalk about

The passion and the intellect
The two poles of the soul
In balance, then, the two of them
Make all of us quite whole
With passion we may lust and rage
Or show much tenderness
The intellect is part the sage
But gives no warm caress

(From Saga of Aelfrede and Gudrum)

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