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.

Rumi~

Calm Down

My lord, you have not given me what I was longing for even the bare minimum. You have made my fate in comparison with my hopes and wishes like a lantern among outnumbered stars. Glory be to God whether he gives or withholds. I am thankful that you have guided me towards wisdom. Grateful for realising that the light of the lantern is much stronger inside home than those far further stars. Stars which we can only see on the rooftop even if the sky is full of them.

When we suffer from life’s residues. Residues of combating afflictions and scourges. They have different modalities causing incurable fissures. They abate only when life gets better-off, but never evaporate! I would like to thank 1107 followers because they have decided to read my scribbles, and share my walled garden. I never expected having such followers within a few months. Thanks a million!