words by rumi

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 attend them all:
Even if you’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture, still,
treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

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I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.

~~~

The one I love is everywhere.

~~~

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean, in a drop.

~~~

Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

~~~

What you seek is seeking you.

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The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

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Shine like the whole universe if yours.

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