Mindfulness

Gjestehuset

Den menneskelige tilværelsen er et gjestehus
Hver morgen er det en ny ankomst

En glede, en tristhet, en sjofelhet
et øyeblikks oppmerksomhet kommer
som en uventet besøkende

Ønsk dem velkommen, og ta vel imot dem alle
Selv om de er en flokk av sorger
som voldsomt feier huset
tomt for møbler,

likevel, behandle hver gjest med respekt.
Kanskje han rydder plass i deg
for en ny glede

Den mørke tanken, skammen, ondskapen
møt dem leende i døren,
og inviter dem inn

Vær takknemlig for hvem som enn kommer,
for hver og en av dem har blitt sendt
som en veiviser fra det hinsidige.

Rumi (sitert fra Binder, Et oppmerksomt liv, 54-55; forfatterens oversettelse av Coleman Barks gjendiktning)

Be grateful for whoever comes

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.

Be grateful for whoever comes, 
because each has been sent 
as a guide from beyond.

~Rumi ~

(via Shamash Alidina)

Where the Light enters you

Don't turn your head.
Keep looking at the bandaged place.
That's where the Light enters you.

Rumi, sitert fra Santorelli, Heal Thy Self, 21

Again and again, over and over

As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives.

Henry David Thoreau (via Richard J. Davidson)

I thank You God for most this amazing

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e e cummings

A field beyond

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.

RUMI
Quatrain 158 from Open Secret
Quoted from Saki Santorelli, Heal Thy Self: Lessons on Mindfulness in Medicine (New York: Three Rivers, 2000)