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.
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.
The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.
Shine like the whole universe if yours.