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.
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I Choose The Mountain
The low lands call I am tempted to answer They are offering me a free dwelling Without having to conquer The massive mountain makes its move Beckoning me to ascend A much more difficult path To get up the slippery bend I cannot choose both I have a choice to make I must be wise This will determine my fate I choose, I choose the mountain With all its stress and strain Because only by climbing Can I rise above the plain I choose the mountain And I will never stop climbing I choose the mountain And I shall forever be ascending I choose the mountain
Howard Simon
Tailpiece.
Got up at our usual, the chores and was ready by 7 when Sajish, hair stylist had come by for the haircut and massage. Was ready by about a half past 9. Suma was taken to the Rajah Hospital as she complained about a pain in her leg. It was a varicose vein that was troubling her and once it was operated upon and the wound dressed, she was off for the day and should be back for work on Monday.
Participated in the 'Aazhchakkoottam' discussions on 'The Ram Temple and Secularism'.
It was rain all the way. The rescue operations were continuing at the Kozhikode airport.
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