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 […]
If God said,” Rumi pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,” there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, not any act, I would not bow to. Jalal al-Din Rumi (1207 – 1273)
Those for whom the world smells only of matter, smell themselves only; those that see nothing but passing phenomena, see themselves and no deeper. Not in contemplation of the stars that wheel across the sky shall we discover Thee, O God, Thou who didst enrich with madness Don Quixote! The discovery comes by watching, from the depths of our hearts, […]
For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
But believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance and trust that in this love there is a strength and a blessing, out beyond which you do not have to step in order to go very far! Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
You, sent out beyond your recall, go to the limits of your longing. Embody me. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
I don’t want to think a place for you. Speak to me from everywhere. Your Gospel can be comprehended without looking for its source. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
But if then you notice that it is great, rejoice because of this, for what (ask yourself) would solitude be that had no greatness. There is but one solitude, and that is great, and not easy to bear, and to almost everybody come hours when they would gladly exchange it for any sort of intercourse, however banal and cheap, for […]
Love your solitude and bear with sweet-sounding lamentation the suffering it causes you. For those who are near you are far, you say, and that shows it is beginning to grow wide about you. And when what is near you is far, then your distance is already among the stars and very large; rejoice in your growth, in which you […]
You are not surprised at the force of the storm, you have seen it growing… Now you must go out into your heart as onto a vast plain. Now the immense loneliness begins… Through the empty branches the sky remains. It is what you have. Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926)
