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 honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door…
An inebriated Virtue,
Recoiling from vice.
Knowledge set forth,
Wisdom revisited thrice.
Aware of cosmic, chaotic, balanced, device.
To possess gnosis at birth would have been nice.
Then, for granted would one take, taming hunger with grains of rice?
Would one have resolved salvation, and paid great price?
Or does one stand at the craps table,
Carelessly tossing the dice?
I should like to return to my vice.
Is it enough for one, who has countersigned the light, to wish placement upon the “Cross”, in place of the “Redeemer”? “Forgive them father, for they know not what they do.”, words which must echo with any Christian, let alone the “Mystic”.
I’m not “Christian” in definition though. Pick a sect and I will show you my heresies. Name a God, and I will show you how I am both, pious and unworthy. Is the prior not also descriptive of Man’s struggle? If it is Man’s, then it is my own,…Continue
"As long as you have mystery you have health; when you destroy mystery you create morbidity. The ordinary man has always been sane because the ordinary man has always been a mystic. He has permitted the twilight. He has always had one foot in earth and the other in fairyland. He has always left himself free to doubt his gods; but (unlike the agnostic of to-day) free also to believe in them. He has always cared more for truth than for consistency. If he saw two truths that seemed to…Continue