Poetry for Yin Yoga - Rumi

The Guest House

BY RUMI 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 honourably 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 […]

For What Binds Us

I am a sucker for poetry … and Jane Hirshfield is one of my favourites. yin/yang, strong/weak, hidden/proud … visible/invisible ….ties that bind us <3 BY JANE HIRSHFIELD There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they’ve been set down— and gravity, scientists say, is weak. And see how the flesh grows back across a wound, with a […]