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. 74 more words
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“Become earth, that you may grow flowers of many colours … once, for the sake of experiment, be earth.”
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Seeing You Heals Me. – Rumi
Shatter the lust for the aura
Let the luring halo leave me
Let in dark all alone I suffer… 99 more words
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God is but a word to me
Sense tries catching His sense
In which of the words dwells He?
Sense trips me into ambush’ fence… 129 more words
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I slept on a cushion of questions
Penned with quills of an eagle
Feathers poked me into a dream
Which, if written would never fit in a ream… 185 more words
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I know you’re tired but come, this is the way. Rumi
Photo taken from Seattle Times
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read by Coleman Barks
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