Day 2624

April 29, 2012

Day 2624
I see her beauty
in the way the dirt path curves
along the river


Day 2623

April 28, 2012
Day 2623
I try imagining
my Being as a landscape
and what it’d look like.

day 2622a/b/c

April 27, 2012
Day 2622a
I love the dirt trail,
that starts in crumbled blacktop,
where the paved street ends.
Day 2622b
surrounded by sounds
morning in the woods, I sang
“All of me, why not…”
Day 2622c
walking on the path –
soft soil beneath my foot-falls
and exposed tree roots

Day 2621

April 26, 2012

Day 2621
Here’s a truth for you:
hearing – moreso than knowing –
you’re loved means alot.

Day 2620

April 25, 2012
Day 2620
there’s an attraction
for me, to the way trees lean
towards the river

Day 2619a/b

April 24, 2012
Day 2619a
walking in the woods,
thinking about the forces
that reveal our shape
– – – – –
Day 2619b
walking down the street,
a Suit, eating an apple
and pushing a chair

The Guest House, by Rumi

April 23, 2012

The Guest House (by Rumi, translated by Coleman Banks with John Moyne; from “The Essential Rumi“)

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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.