life is hard—

not because we’re doing it wrong,

just because

it’s hard.

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 ×
from
the essential rumi

and how the weather was

all good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened

and after you are finished reading one

you will feel that all that happened to you

and afterwards

it all belongs to you;

the good and the bad,

the ecstasy, and how the weather was

treading water

promise me

you will not spend

so much time

≈≈ treading water ≈≈

and trying to keep your

head ^^ above ^^ the .wAVEs.

that you forget,

truly forget,

how much you have

always loved

…to swim.

treading water