“This body is a guesthouse each morning someone new arrives.
Welcome them all for they may be messengers from the invisible.
Each time a thought enters your heart treat it as an honored guest…
Be grateful for all you receive, good and bad alike, for it may be a gift from the treasury of Spirit that will bring fulfillment of your most secret desire.”
Excerpts from Rumi’s Little Book of Life: The Garden of the Soul, The Heart, and the Spirit p.16 (trans: Mafi/Kolin)
Who is that, knocking at our own door right now?
Oh what to do? What to do?!?!
So hard to decide:
Stay or Go?!
What if we choose “No”?
Refusing to answer
Because our heart rides river rapids filled with dread
Buoyed by belligerent resentment
Maybe afloat on the ballast of invincible assurance of our “rightness”, another’s “wrong”.
Or perhaps instead we are submerged by waves of fear, watching as our confidence…
Water in a desert…
Trickles away to nothing?
With “No” I will risk
…Who took the time
To stop by.
…Who would explain the “Why?” of their presence
At this exact moment.
…What unlikely Visitor would deliver a message carried miles for me alone?
“I elect to live with a Lesser Stream of water
One less turbulent…
Tho it leave me
What was mine in that moment…
So then I muse,
“Just how long could one truly and fully sustain a life with such choices?”
Time would surely float past
The water closing ever so slowly overhead
Barely perceptible but…
…we chose instead “Yes”…?
No matter how our Visitor may frighten us?
No matter how ill-timed their arrival may be?
The new possibility gifted to us
At the sound of every knock.
Imagine instead choosing a “Yes” called Curiosity.
Trembling hand on the door knob
Poised in stillness
For a mere single droplet of a moment
Lean away just a degree or two from our
Hammering heart hesitations
Only long enough
To peer out…
Just a fraction
What we thought surely must be there.
Finding in the act of opening
We are gifted instead
With a sharp knife of
Slicing the shadows cleanly away.
We now see
On our doorstep
One small lost piece of our True Self
To hear “Yes! You belong. Your respite is here.”
We need never live
We will Seek
Our own Miracle Visitor…
With every knock.
Oh say “Yes”,
Vow never again
To close that door.