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 […]Read More The House Guest
we can never reach love a field so wide the horizon makes itself a shabby frame our bodies just aren’t equipped with the capacity to hold it or reach it and there is nobody for this to blame instead, our company is with the attitude of acceptance ah yes -acceptance does not always surrender so […]Read More we can never reach love
To be free is to live each day in connection with one’s dream. To live in connection to one’s dream, one must know oneself. To know oneself is to know what is not oneself, and this appreciation for the difference is made clear in the daily interactions of serving others. To know oneself one must […]Read More What Gravity Drew from the Banks of the Conduit
I could search out all the rocks in my garden, love but when it rains the daystraight through only more and more rise to the top I dont want to wait till the picture is perfect -for you to come closer I could be old and dying and dear, but my love will never stop […]Read More untitled.