
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.
— Jellaludin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
All photos are my own and taken today while out in the garden. The top photo is of spirea buds, the rest are of crocuses under the Weeping Ash Tree, and along the garden path. Eve


now i know what Crocuses are. lovely photos. it seems like a very RUMI guesthouse 🙂
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yes indeed. I wanted to post the photos on line but could not find a good Baba piece. I need to do some research on Baba again for good quotes. thanks eve
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Beautiful words and beautiful flowers too Eve, thank you for sharing 🙂
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
RUMI ….. rules!!! Beauty ….
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