Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

The Guest House

“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’re 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 whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.


J. Rumi- Coleman Barks translation, from The Essential Rumi


Appropriately read before yoga class last night.  Amazing when the dharma talk/reading speaks to exactly what’s needed in the moment.  Any message Rumi has to say is always delivered with love and joy…


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Spring is here


A slight breeze

Shining sun

Birds singing

Trees –

Glory be,

Shout out loud from joy –

Spring is finally here!

Snow, rain, hail storms –

Winter has moved on

And spring in all it’s glory

Arrived today.

Rejoice in change

New beginnings

A chance to start again.

A whisper passed between seasons

A subtle shift in mind, body and soul

Casually drifted in.

Smile silently –

Whisper in the breeze.

Turn to face the sun


Change is here.

Turn –

Turn to the warmth,

Turn and start again.



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To bed, to bed!

To bed, to bed!

i’m so confused

can I get back into bed?

the covers are still warm

the overcast clouds have darkened the sky

raindrops are falling

can I just go to bed?

no one will notice

no one will mind

i’ll just drift back to sleep,

to dream,

to die.



Note- I feel I must add a little post script here.  I was chatting via skype with a friend and started writing this into the chat.  The weather had been overcast and dreary and I really wanted to avoid and crawl back into bed.  I didn’t do it though!!

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Come, said my Soul

Come, said my Soul

by Walt Whitman

Come, said my Soul

Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)

That should I after death invisibly return,

Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,

There to some group of mates the chants resuming,

(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)

Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,

Ever and ever yet the verses owning – as, first, I here and now,

Singing for Soul and Body, set to them my name,

Walt Whitman


courtesy of Poets.org- http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20970

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