Having some depression today so I am taking refuge in this poem by Rumi which was brought to my attention by irving in the comment section at Graceful Presence:
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~Peace to all beings~
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Posted by They call him James Ure at 2:25 PM