Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you,
without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? 1
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. 2
1: Rumi, "A Great Wagon"
2: Rumi, "The Guest House"
Translated by Coleman Barks (2004)
Digital waves by Clifford Ross
This may pair well with
Ep 18: "Different Waters"