From Rumi’s wonderful poem, The Guest House.
“This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.”
Life
Making our way between two eternities,
we wake to each new day,
knowing love as a house of being,
even with some uninvited guests,
like jealousy, resentment, envy and anger,
we remain aware of their passing nature,
their comings and goings,
sending gloom and doom on their way,
allowing room for metta,
for hopes and dreams,
good will and loving kindness.
Living in the present moment,
we know each day to be a beginning,
an opportunity for good,
for some new joy to appear.
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