Tuesday, January 21, 2020

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 whatever comes.
Because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi,
  translation by Coleman Barks



 

Thursday, January 2, 2020

When I think of Panama, this is what I see:

Blue skies, ocean, river and streams,
     The dark green jungle, fields, and plants,
          The heavy rains and dry season breeze,
               And big fluffy clouds,
                    and the ships that would slowly glide by.