The world seeks to label us, categorize us and pack us neatly into boxes. But we are humans, not objects. We are viscous. We dance around the lines between solid and liquid. We change and evolve. We ebb and flow. We shrink and grow. Follow the rivers that flow within you.

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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

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when the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." Anaïs Nin