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.
I really do trust these guides from beyond. I hope they are realizing the vibes from the past few weeks were passing, not a permanent visitor. Now, this love and hope I feel radiating out—YES, this is my intention. More, more more from that bottomless well. Connection, faith/hope/la ilusion, caring for my friends, deep deep deep. growing, creating, learning, pushing myself to open.
(and, of course, I do want love. a very special certain Love.)
