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"The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a..."

Sat, 24 Nov 2012 23:22:59 -0500

“

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’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.

”

- rumi

ejpotamus: E-money in his new whip.

Sun, 09 Sep 2012 21:15:13 -0400

ejpotamus:

E-money in his new whip.

rock the bowls

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 00:00:00 -0400

rock the bowls

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-20)

Mon, 21 Nov 2011 22:46:01 -0500

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2011-11-20):

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

"When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to..."

Sun, 20 Nov 2011 20:41:00 -0500

“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet, this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom. The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was, nor forward to what it might be, but living in the present and accepting it as it is now. For relationships, too, must be like islands. One must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands surrounded and interrupted by the sea, continuously visited and abandoned by the tides. One must accept the serenity of the winged life, of ebb and flow, of intermittency.”

- anne morrow lindbergh, a gift from the sea