Sunday, December 18, 2005


I have not learnt humility. I am not sure if I ever will. I so often slip into the words of others. To be good at being human is so very hard, yet an almighty experience.

Before I spend a few days with family at this time, I wish to lean - yet again - upon the words of Rumi:


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're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture, still,
treat each guest honourably.
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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

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