your true origin 

You think of yourself
as a citizen of the universe.
You think you belong 
to this world of dust and matter.
Out of this dust
you have created a personal image,
and have forgotten
about the essence of your true origin. 


― ❤  Rumi, Hush, Don’t Say Anything to God: Passionate Poems of Rumi

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.

 

— Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks

Sorrow prepares you for joy!!

Sorrow prepares you for joy.

It violently sweeps everything out of your house,

so that new joy can find space to enter.

It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart,

so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.

It pulls up the rotten roots,

so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.

Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart,

far better things will take their place.

 

 

 

Rumi ❤

Do not resist the change

Try not to resist the changes that come your way.

Instead let life live through you.

 And do not worry that your life is turning upside down.

How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?

 

                    Rumi ❤