the guest house this being human is

8/14/2019 The Guest House This Being Human Is

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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.

~ Rumi ~


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Flare12.

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider

the orderliness of the world. Noticesomething you have never noticed before,

like the tambourine sound of the snow-cricket

whose pale green body is no longer than your thumb.Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,

shaking the water-sparks from its wings.Let grief be your sister, she will whether or no.

Rise up from the stump of sorrow, and be green also,

like the diligent leaves.A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world

and the responsibilities of your life.Scatter your flowers over the graves, and walk away.

Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance.In the glare of your mind, be modest.

And beholden to what is tactile, and thrilling.~ Mary Oliver ~

(The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem)


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door of being, dawn and wake me,

allow me to see the face of this day,

allow me to see the face of this night,

all communicates, all is transformed,

arch of blood, bridge of the pulse,

take me to the other side of this night,where I am you, we are us,

the kingdom where pronouns are intertwined,door of being: open your being

and wake, learn to be ....

From Sandstone

~ Octavio Paz ~

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

~ Mary Oliver ~


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Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House

By Billy Collins

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.

He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark

that he barks every time they leave the house.They must switch him on on their way out.

The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.

I close all the windows in the house

and put on a Beethoven symphony full blast

but I can still hear him muffled under the music,

barking, barking, barking,

and now I can see him sitting in the orchestra,

his head raised confidently as if Beethoven

had included a part for barking dog.

When the record finally ends he is still barking,

sitting there in the oboe section barking,

his eyes fixed on the conductor who is

entreating him with his baton

while the other musicians listen in respectful

silence to the famous barking dog solo,

that endless coda that first established

Beethoven as an innovative genius.


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If It Is Not Too Dark

Go for a walk, if it is not too dark.

Get some fresh air, try to smile.

Say something kind

To a safe-looking stranger, if one happens by.

Always exercise your heart's knowing.

You might as well attempt something real

Along this path:

Take your spouse or lover into your arms

The way you did when you first met.Let tenderness pour from your eyes

The way the Sun gazes warmly on the earth.

Play a game with some children.

Extend yourself to a friend.

Sing a few ribald songs to your pets and plants -

Why not let them get drunk and wild!

Let's toastEvery rung we've climbed on Evolution's ladder.

Whisper, "I love you! I love you!"

To the whole mad world.

Let's stop reading about God -

We will never understand Him.

Jump to your feet, wave your fists,Threaten and warn the whole Universe

That your heart can no longer live

Without real love!

~ Hafiz ~


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ON A DAY WHEN THE WIND IS PERFECT

On a day

when the wind is perfect,

the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.Today is such a

day.

My eyes are like the sun that makes promises;

the promise of life

that it always

keeps

each morning.

The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere,

both caress the earth with great

tenderness.

This is a breeze that can enter the soul.

This love I know plays a drum. Arms move around me;

who can contain their self before my beauty?

Peace is wonderful,

but ecstatic dance is more fun, and less narcissistic;

gregarious He makes our lips.

On a day when the wind is perfect,

the sail just needs to open

and the love starts.

Today is such

a day.

~ Rumi ~


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The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shoutingtheir bad advice--

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,determined to do

the only thing you could do--

determined to save

the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~


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On Commitment

Until one is committed there is always hesitancy,

the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness,

there is one elementary truth,the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans:

the moment one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help that would never otherwise have occurred.

A whole stream of events issues from the decision,

Raising to ones favor all manner of unforeseen accidents and meetings

And material assistance which no man could have dreamed

Would come his way.

Whatever you can do or dream you can begin it.Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

~ Goethe ~


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Mindful,

Every dayI see or hear

something

that more or less

kills me

with delight,

that leaves me

like a needle

in the haystack

of light.

It was what I was born for -

to look, to listen,

to lose myself

inside this soft world -

to instruct myself

over and over

in joy,and acclamation.

Nor am I talking

about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,

the very extravagant -

but of the ordinary,the common, the very drab,

the daily presentations.

Oh, good scholar,

I say to myself,

how can you help

but grow wise

with such teachings

as these -the untrimmable light

of the world,the ocean's shine,

the prayers that are madeout of grass?

~ Mary Oliver ~

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