Posts tagged: poetry

suddenly, i am

washing over me,
cleansing, refreshing. calm
settles in. each step
meandering, breath
trickling, heartbeat
flowing with life.

single droplets, alone
in their journey; yet
cascading, clinging, moving, living
indefinitely united.

suddenly, i am
aware; i am
the river.

The Guest House by Rumi

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 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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.