The human heartholds hidden treasures,entangled in our memories,fading, fading,as the sun sets,hidden from our sight.
Unless it is eternal it is not the Truth But a passing thought, Unless it’s beautiful it is not the Truth But an emotion formed in fear and ignorance, Unless it lives, inspires and gives life It is not the Truth but a falsehood and a dream,
In the poem, The Guest House, Rumi is using the metaphor of a guest house to form an image that each day is an opportunity to experience something new in our lives, even if it’s unexpected.
A family doesn’t just mean Who you are related to But those who adopted you into theirs as well. They may not always provide us with joy and acceptance And in times they come to offer us adversity and challenges To build our character; and as we let go of our self-importance, we are betterContinue reading “Redefining who our Family is”