This being human is guest house,
every morning a new arrival, a joy, a depression, a meaningless
some moment of awareness comes as an unexpected visitor,
welcome and entertain them all.
Even if there area crowds of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house empty of all furniture,
still each guest honorably.
They may be clearing you out for some new delight;
the dark thought, the shame..
Meet them at the door,
laughing and invite them in,
be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from the beyond
Rumi
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We are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
We are as pieces of chess engaged in victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee, O thou whose qualities are comely!
Who are we, O Thou soul of our souls,
that we should remain in being beside thee?
We and our existences are really non-existence;
thou art the absolute Being which manifests the perishable.
We all are lions, but lions on a banner:
because of the wind they are rushing onward from moment to moment.
Their onward rush is visible, and the wind is unseen:
may that which is unseen not fail from us!
Our wind whereby we are moved and our being are of thy gift;
our whole existence is from thy bringing into being.
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