the dharma talks
~ the guesthouse ~
this ….. being ….. human …..
this being human … the immortal opening words from the immortal rumi poem the guesthouse … these words echo and resonate within me in such a profound way often and always … this being human …
what does it mean to be human ??? … what does it mean to be alive ??? … yesterday, on the pier, i met a new friend … they asked me : where are you from ??? … i responded : i am from some other planet in some other universe … they asked me : which planet, which universe ??? … i said : my own …
this ….. being ….. human …..
there truly is so much eternal mystery around our humanity … there really is so much infinite mystery to life … what do we know ??? … i mean, what do we really know ???
maybe all that we really know is that we are here for a relatively short amount of time, we start small, we grow big, we experience a bunch of stuff, and then we die …
this being human …
all in all, the very nature of life is to suffer; after all, the very nature of life is to die … so what does any of it mean ??? … does it even mean anything at all ??? … is it really just whatever we make of it to mean ???
questions … questions … questions … this … being … human …
i know that i know nothing … honestly !!! … i sincerely know that i know absolutely nothing … however, i feel a lot of things … i believe a lot of things … you may even say that i feel everything — and you would be completely correct in that … and yet, i know that i know nothing …
this ….. being ….. human …..
i do believe that it is an extraordinary thing to be alive … and i relish in my aliveness … and i intoxicate myself with my own complexity … and i swirl like a dervish around and into the great mystery that is life … and i dance into the arms of gratitude simply to embrace the experience of this being human …
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