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 its furniture.
Still, treat each guest honorably.
he may be clearing you out for some new delights.

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 beyond.

I am

I am so close to you, yet I am distant.
I am so mingled with you, yet I am apart.
I am so open, yet I am hidden.
I am so strong, yet I totter.

You Ask Me

You ask me
who are you, and
with such a shaky existence can you fall in love.

How do I know
who am I or where I am
how could a single wave
locate itself in an ocean.

You ask me
what am I seeking
above and beyond
the pure light that I once was.

Why am I imprisoned in this cage
named body,
and Yet I claim to be a free bird.

How do I know
how I lost my way.
But I know for sure
I was all straight before I was seduced by love.