Stone Spirit Lodge

Wake up! I am. Wake up!. I am

Or

am I only fooling myself?.

If I were fully awake, all of this
hubbub and humdrum stuff
that fills the human field of my existence

would not matter. Not one thing would
rattle the imagined rusty bars holding
me inside the illusion of something

other than that which I hunger for.

Wake up! I am. Wake up! I am...

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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 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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~~Rumi