Praise, my dear one.
Let us disappear into praising.
Nothing belongs to us.
—Rainer Maria Rilke From “Elegy to Marina Tsvetayeva-Efron”
All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.
—Jorge Luis Borges
I wanted only to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?
When two people relate to each other authentically and humanly, God is the electricity that surges between them.
The Guest House
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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
— Jellaludin Rumi (translation by Coleman Barks)