Not a cloud in the sky.

This will be my last post on DUP .
 
The writers on this site are brilliant and prolific ,so much so that instead of writing I'm spending too much time reading .I need to return to my books.There is a fascinating variety of contributors here and without knowing each one personally, I think all feel compelled to write to help free themselves from suffering.
 
So for all those who have suffered please enjoy this piece from Rumi....one of my faves.
 
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.
 
And for everyone of you, print this out and place it somewhere close by to remind you of the truth .
 
The Five Remberances
 
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
 
I am of the nature to have ill-health.
There is no way to escape having ill-health.
 
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
 
All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.
 
My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand.
 
I understand and accept, that nothing is permanent,nothing at all.So love but don't attach because love too is changeable and arises and ceases,like everything else.....it will leave you too.Let it go with a smile.
 
Feel free to use any of the content I have posted on DUP, they are words only, borrowed from the past, used in the present and delivered to the future.
 
A special word for Her.....in a galaxy far away I sit watching as your back arches and for a moment you are at peace....no petit mort for you....thanks for your eroticism,wit, intelligence and decency.Though you know not I or I you, we travel similar paths.
 
Arrivederci my lovelies.