One of my favorite Rumi poems....always a good reminder...

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 sh... read more

Relax your eyes, that you might see
Relax your ears, that you might hear
Relax your nose, that you might smell
Relax your mouth, that you might taste
Relax your hands, that you might feel
Relax your lungs, that you might breathe
Relax your brain, that you might experience
Relax your soul, that you might be
Relax your heart, that you might love

Relax your self, that you might
See hear smell taste feel breathe experience be love

True power comes without effort
All power on earth comes from Earth
All power in heaven comes from Heaven

We are experiential beings. Awareness comes through experiencing the world around us. One experiences through the senses, it is sensual. The soul by itself cannot experience in this way, for it does not have physical senses. When it enters the body, the body becomes a vehicle to allow the soul to experience this level of reality - the sensual, physical world. Awareness is a form... read more

Beautiful, like a mirage
And like a mirage, also an illusion

As you try to get closer
It moves further away
You try to grasp it
And your hand closes on nothing

So thirsty
But this shimmering pool
Cannot be drank

Like the mirage
The fairy tale is beautiful
And like the mirage
It is not real

Part of the beauty
Of the mirage
Of the fairy tale
Is because it is not real

Being an illusion
It is created by desire
And designed to fulfill all desire

When the fairy tale... read more