It is six o’clock in the morning.  The sun is out and shining bright.  Sheba is fed, watered and satisfied.  The world is still quiet.  There is order and I am learning to be patient.  Nothing is permanent.  Everything passes.  That is the nature of the universe.

I shall not be afraid of the universe.  I shall not be afraid of my own nature.  There is reason.  There is order.  I shall go forth to greet all there is and learn from the experience.  Rumi’s Guest House is my favourite poem and it says it all.

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.

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

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