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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
You don’t actually have to choose joy if you are not feeling internally joyful. It’s ok to choose the exact emotion that you are feeling, and by choosing you ultimately release judgement and allow yourself to feel the more vulnerable emotions like sadness, anger, fear, malice, envy, shame. Those emotions are real and they deserve to be welcomed just as freely as we welcome joy and happiness. The concern that inevitably arises for me when falsely choosing joy or using the mind over matter technique is that it is a temporary fix at best, a bandaid if you will. Choosing a more amicable or acceptable emotion is in violation to our growth and healing. It’s inauthentic. It’s a flag on the play. Unnecessary roughness. Flagrant! Really… it is. It does not heal anything, it does not transform, it does not enlighten or enliven, it does not even reveal to you your triggers.
When an emotion is not allowed it is suppressed, also suppressed is an opportunity to get to the other side of whatever it is you are feeling. Our path is not linear and like roses, there are thorns. The fullness of joy you are able to experience in this lifetime is directly correlated to your willingness to allow your emotions to come and visit freely. Sad days will come, honor them. Be curious about what may be ready for healing. Write about how you feel. Talk about how you feel. Don’t just choose joy for the sake of being temporarily comfortable, you do not have to. It’s ok to not be ok. And for heavens sake please stop telling people to just be happy. Don’t stunt their growth like that.
I am in love with you. I do not necessarily want to have sex with you. I may or may not be physically attracted to you. Maybe you are my friend, someone I knew my entire life, or maybe you are a stranger that I’ve just come into contact with. Maybe you are a man. Maybe you are a woman. Maybe you share the same sentiments but maybe you are completely freaked out by the proclamation. Maybe you lean in or maybe you build a wall. I am in love with you. It has nothing to do with physical or material. It has nothing to do with what I want from you or what I want to do with you. It has nothing to do with your features, your smile, your whit, your charm or your body. I am in love with. You happen to fit, hand-in-glove, with the very patterns of consciousness that I carry in the depth of my being. Happenstance, there is no such thing so I know this meeting is divine. I am forever grateful for this moment and sometimes, oftentimes, most times it is just that…a moment, fleeting.
am. in. love. with.
*i wonder if we, the collective will arrive here in this dimension but then I read in the way of mastery: “your journey to God is alone” and so I will use my energy to love not wonder.
Have you ever taken a moment to notice the gap between where you are and where you want to be? For you it may be jarring or you may see the other side clearly. You may feel excitement or perhaps you feel really discouraged, wherever you are on the journey know that you are in a magical space, honor it.
a note from the gap:
I am holding the space. I am only here while you develop yourself to vibrate at a frequency that matches what it is you want. I do not exist to torture you, or make you sad and discouraged. I am not here to tease you, taunt you or hold you back from your hearts desires or your soul calling. I am not here to hold you back while everyone seemingly passes you by. I am on your side, please believe that I am. I want you to have staying power. I want you to be sure. I want you to be happy. I want you to efficiently train, develop and prepare yourself . I may seem cruel in the midst of your impatience but remember that I am the same gap that allowed your lungs, eyes, ears, and organs to form in your mother’s womb. You would not have made it to this side without me, the gap. I am the same gap that trained and developed the greats, before you knew them by name. I refresh, restore and provide hope. I am the same gap between Song Cry and 4:44, if you know what I mean. You will sail blissfully together through the night with your deepest desires, I promise but not one moment before you are ready. It will be perfect, just the same way it was the day you entered the world. The way the stars and the moon and the sun aligned so intricately to welcome you, do you know that kind of magic only gets created in the gap. Patience young grasshopper. Don’t forget Jay favorite line “Dawg, in due time…” Be Encouraged.
standing there in the gap between what you want and what you have, where you want to be and where you are. the gap can be jarring, it can feel immense, empty and daunting. standing there in the gap impatient, wishing that our ships did not always pass each other in the night. What if for once we did not pass in the night? what if our timing was actually perfect? what if our ideals were so aligned there was no room for separation? What if we took the chance, the leap? What if we sailed together? What if we sailed the ocean atop our wildest vision, our most intimate dreams and our most vulnerable fears? What if we filled every gap with unyielding love and we sailed blissfully together through the night. What if?
I will with the assistance of my guides become aware of my personal needs, wants, thoughts and feelings and I will honor that, forever. I will honor it out of respect and love of self and I will honor it in reverence of those that surrendered. I will honor it in reverence of those whose submission allowed for me have a say, a choice. I will radically honor those on the ancestral realm for their bravery, their foresight, their love, their strength. Thank you! Thank you, God. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Angels. Spirits. Fairies. Warriors. Healers. Thank you, Rachel Manley and those that took on the role of a slave. Thank you, Gracie, Jasper, Albert, Julia. Thank you, Maya, Martin, Malcolm, Paul, Langston, Fred, Harriet, Sojourner, Nat, James, Amadou. Thank you, Trayvon. For those that I have omitted, I welcome you. I thank you and I ask that you reveal yourself to me. With love, reverence, and gratitude. A’se.
I know lately you have been second-guessing yourself. You have been feeling the aches of the parts of you yearning for healing. You have been emotionally needy. I know that you want to be loved in the exact way you can feel it, that cuddly doting love you yearn for. I watch the way you love others, somewhere deep within hoping they mirror. Hoping that it clicks for them that the physical reassurance is what grounds you, calms you and beams you up in ways you have not been able to explain. I know, I really do and I want that for you too but darling make sure you leave some room for yourself to feel the love that your people know how to give. Everyone is wired differently, not everyone is an intuitive empath with a wide open heart that can sense what is needed. That does not mean they love you or care for your any less. Sometimes it all looks totally different than what you think you want and need. Sometimes what you want is not what is needed for your optimal healing and growth. Sometimes different may feel lesser. Sometimes different doesn’t measure up but that’s only because of your attachment to things going a certain way.
Imagine it is Christmas morning and you’re giddy. You wake up early and rush to your gifts and they are in gift bags but everyone should know that wrapping paper is your thing! Maybe there’s a feeling of sadness, frustration, or even upset because you do not get to tear through that wrapping paper like you were looking forward to. Meanwhile in those gift bags are more than you even thought you wanted but because it is packaged different than you would have preferred, you lose appreciation before experiencing the joy and love inside. Once you experience what’s on the inside you must ask yourself the question, “was the wrapping paper that important?” and if it was, fine. Be attached and please consider the damper it puts on the spirit of the one loving you the best way they know how. Consider the happiness it sucks out of your life. The attachment to things being a certain way ultimately stifles the purity and the magic of the love being offered. So I’ll ask again, I will ask over and over was the wrapping paper that important?
Sometimes goodnight looks like thank you.
And sometimes do you want more food is I love you.
inspired by my maharishi.