why do you,
check into the guest house/ghost house of my mind
sweep open the door; sweep up the verandah
early morning antics of clarifying the nightmares
of tantalizing images of wild abandon with you
peek in the corners; stare at the broken furniture
smashed windows; scattered images
early morning madness of broken wings,
and tea
Picture of window by Ray Flanagan
Poem
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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
–Jellaludin Rumi
Imagined for mlmm Writing Prompt 187, Collage 34 – The Guest House
@ lorraine & her frilly freudian slip
November 30, 2016 at 4:25 pm
Love what you’ve done with this piece – your words and how you come to them – never cease to amaze me and give me complete pause for thought – such precision and yet they are so rich and full …. and here I am, all wordy wordy nerdy – LOL ;)
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November 30, 2016 at 10:23 pm
Thanks for the high praise. You are never never never wordy wordy nerdy!
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December 1, 2016 at 1:59 am
LOL – love the scheme in your answer – it rolls off the tongue ;)
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November 21, 2016 at 6:01 am
lovely loose sweep through the house and with such a good ending:
“early morning madness of broken wings,
and tea”
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November 21, 2016 at 8:24 am
Thank you, Laura. I was thinking of that movement between waking and beyond.
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November 20, 2016 at 9:21 pm
You say that like stalking is bad thing. Antics alway start out fun. 😉
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November 20, 2016 at 10:39 pm
There’s antics and there’s stalking. Having been not so pleasantly stalked for awhile, antics don’ always remain playful.
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November 21, 2016 at 12:24 am
Fun and games never last. My experience has been better than most and gave up after a few intense months. Men and women do think and act different so maybe that’s it.
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November 21, 2016 at 8:26 am
Sometimes, the fun & games is one sided. Both need to have power in the intensity. Yeah, we think and act differently, but not so much as you’d notice if the temperature and temperament is right.
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November 22, 2016 at 12:06 am
If the temp and temper is right I’m not really caring how you think😉
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November 22, 2016 at 12:25 am
Likewise . . . .
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