Fields of the soul, battlefields,
of voracious appetites and obsessions!
The voluptuousness of passions
dominates kings and monarchs.
An unrestrained passion silences
like a storm, the harmonic songs
of the nightingale, and with strong intentions
in the sands of pleasure one gets stranded.
The body is a boat sailing over a furious sea
that is headed by the colossus Spirit:
the Spirit floats, whereas the boat is sunk.
This is the law for those who are called and chosen:
whoever quiets the rage of the senses,
also quiets the rage of life.
Quoted in “Samael Aun Weor: The Absolute Man”