The Guesthouse by Rumi

By | 2015-11-24T16:49:49+00:00 March 5th, 2012|Poetry|

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


By | 2017-07-04T19:24:43+00:00 March 5th, 2012|Poetry|

Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you go is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen.