the gypsy life

Sunday, July 23, 2006

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're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture, still,
treat each guest honourably.
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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

- Jelaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
(trans. Coleman Barks)



2 Comments:

  • "Her umbrella was filled with rain she had collected in her travels & on hot summer days she would open it up for the neighborhood kids & we would splash in the puddles & then it would smell like Nairobi or Tasmania & later on we would sit on the porch & eat ice cream & watch for tigers in the bushes."--Brian Andreas

    Looking forward to reading about your travels. =)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:53 a.m.  

  • Ten thousand flowers in spring,
    The moon in atumn,
    A cool breeze in summer,
    Snow in winter.

    If your mind isn't clouded
    by unnecessary things,
    This is the best season
    in your life.

    WU-MEN (12th century)

    Enjoy your time!! I look forward to reading all about it!!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:05 p.m.  

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