Gaia
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Joined: 3/25/2008
From: Sacramento, CA
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A wonderful story! What the spiritual teacher -- and the story -- seem to be pointing to is our tendency to grasp onto things and call them "ours". Our seat in a movie is only "ours" for a time, a job is only "ours" for a time, our house is only "ours" for a time. I had a marriage that was "mine" for a a long time, until it was over, and then it wasn't "mine" any more. Where did it go? Now I have a new marriage that is "mine" and I treat it much differently. And I have a body that is "mine" for a time. And then? It seems like everything in life is like the inn that we inhabit for awhile and then -- one way or another -- we leave. Each room -- high school, college, marriage, job, friends -- is impermanent. When I went to Catholic school I learned the phrase "vanitas, vanitorum vanitas" -- "vanity of vanity, all is vanity". It's our vanity, our ego, that sees things as permanent. I remember reading once that we just rent this body. I'll try to remember this story today and reflect that that my life is like the inn of many rooms. Her is a poem by Rumi that seems to fit in with the story: Rumi - 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 whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
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