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 it’s 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
Jakarta, hujan deras, kilat menyambar-nyambar di luar.
8 Responses
Good! dalam hujan terkadang rangkaian kata-kata penuk makna menjadi teman setia tiada tara…
-cimol associate-
semoga hujan membawa berkah bukan musibah
amin, amin ๐ rumi dan hujan. nggak ada matinya ๐
so sweet banget mbak hanny..
hujan itu emang tiada duanya walaupun deras..
sisi sejuknya selalu ada ๐
errrr… saya kok rada ga mudeng ya, yang dikomentarin kok ujannya ya?? puisinya rumi itu gak dibahas? saya sih suka itu puisi, bukankah itu suatu ajaran hidup yang baik?
belum ada yg coment kilat yah..
wo kilat diluar itu kadang menakutkan..
*dikampak*
๐
this one totally deserves a comment.
“be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”
exactly how i treat life, its joy, its sorrows, and everything in between.
i miss you, coonteel. we have a lot of catching up to do. til then, let me just give you a big hug to keep you warm on rainy days.