Friday, February 2, 2007
When I die like an aborted rabbit
burn what remains in white-hot flame.
My soul, like a love-smitten phoenix,
will fly upward in the melancholy blue
and find a home calm and devoid of dew.
The Guest is the one you meet
and fall in love with
along the Way. The Guest
is you yourself who
you invite into your own house.
The law of Life is that
we're all guests passing through,
so be hospitable to your own Soul.