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
I will never leave this house of light, I will never leave this blessed town for here I have found my love and here I will stay for the rest of my life. If this world turns into a sea of trouble I will brave the waves and steer the ship of my mind To the safe shore of love.
… If you are a seeker looking for profit, Go on and may God be with you, But I am not willing to exchange my truth; I have found the heart and will never leave This house of light. ~ Rumi ghazal 1653; translated by Azima Melita Kolin and Maryam Mafi
Here’s a few of my photos taken this Spring. I have been working on abstract photography for a few weeks now. These samples are some of the ones I really like. I thought I would post them along with the Rumi you tube, they sort of complement each other. Eve