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 em... more
Rumi
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The Open Way
Last night you looked so lovingly at me I had to turn away. You know there are two ways to love a friend said to me: Face to face, eye to eye, skin to skin wholeheartedly. And in the other way one gives love at a distance And hopes they pick up clues.
Yesterday I bought you a dozen red roses each was a clue And a promise that some day I would learn to love the open way of the flower.
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