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.(Jalaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks)
SUBUD
Winter Sonata
You're My Everything
Don't Sleep Away This Night
Ordinary People
Tercipta Untukku
Memories in Bali
Full House
Saturday, September 26, 2009
The Guest House
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Denting
Everytime
Who am i .. ??
You Are a Dreaming Soul |
You Are Midnight |
You Are The Star |
You Are Wind |
You Are a Daisy |
You Are Winter! |
You Are Psyche! |
You Are a White Rose |
You Belong in London |
You Are Spider-Man |
You Were A Jaguar |
In a Past Life... |
The Keys to Your Heart |
Me, My Self and I
- dejavu
- Sementara di dunia, Indonesia
- Just an ordinary people who live with dreams & hope. I used to make a poem to shared what I feel, shared what's in my thought and shared because I can't say it through.
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