addendum

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

imma say a coupla things then i'm through

Note: This will be the last log of this blog. Time to move.

some things are so sacred, until they're shat on.

and i can't believe the audacity of some people. the total classless, base & opportunism of those/ gamblers in the Church
Jesus was so outraged that he lashed out! we.are.talking.JESUS!

hold your mule, as the old folks say

i guess i'm just old fashioned or sentimental.
i honor that which i love or have loved, in any capacity
hold on-going memorials, i polish the memories & put them away
they are precious relics

those are my grandmother's blankets/ i never thought i'd have to tell you/
i expect respect

(*close my eyes to see the other side:
i need warmth comforting companionship
things are rough, i'm stressed, i'm hurt
will she care, i don't care if she cares, she shouldn't care
it's only fair, it's mine too, i can do whatever i want with "mine"..)


ours
ours, our home, our Church,
of love, heartheadclashing sharing laughing, tears
we were everything here
there was nothing that was "mine"
am i too sentimental?
i don't want you back
we weren't happy enough
i want us happy

but at the expense of undoing this home?