Those of you who read my blog know that I am a spiritual person in that I believe in God, kindness to others, collective consciousness, and the afterlife. I disapprove of organized religion, dogma, judgmental people, fundamentalism, and black-and-white thinking.
To that end, I have been doing some spiritual reading this week and found some poetry and quotations that inspired me. I would like to share them with you here.
The first poem by the Sufi poet Rumi says to me that problems and difficulties in life are only as bad as you choose to let them be; if you can take troubles and learn the lessons they bring, you will lead a happy life. “Bad” situations may be precursors to “good” things.
The second and third quotes I can deeply relate to. Sometimes I will be overcome with joy and love for others; it’s like a very bright light is shining on me and I truly feel a benevolent presence surrounding me. My relationships with any person I meet while under this influence become totally effortless. I find that there is no such thing as a difficult person because I approach everyone with love and they seem to feel this somehow, as if I am broadcasting love and appreciation of each person I meet. People can even cut me off while I’m driving and it just rolls right off my back!
The last quote is self-explanatory.
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.
(from The Essential Rumi; translated by Coleman Barks)
At certain moments, always unforeseen, I become happy…I look at the strangers near as if I had known them all my life…everything fills me with affection…It may be an hour before the mood passes, but latterly I seem to understand that I enter upon it the moment I cease to hate. – William Butler Yeats
My fiftieth year had come and gone,
I sat, a solitary man,
In a crowded London shop,
An open book and empty cup.
While on the street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
– William Butler Yeats
There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson