петък, 11 септември 2009 г.

The Guest House

Няколко думи, които нося винаги с мен, разпечатани на малко листче хартия и скромно прибрани в портмонето ми (вероятно най-ценното нещо там):

The Guest House

This being human is like guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
a 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 guest has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Rumi

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