My daughter reminded me of how beautiful a poem The Guest House is. Written by Rumi centuries ago, he talks about the value--the beauty-- of opening yourself to all the feelings that cross your path—not pushing away the most difficult because in them, there is something of value you for you. Something to learn about yourself. A chance for growth.
When I began abstracting this painting, I had no idea The Guest House would appear to me and then it did. It’s been a while since I have included poetry in my work, but I couldn’t resist making this beautiful poem a part of my work.
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.--Rumi
Happy Valentine’s Day. One43~*