Gjestehuset

Hver morgen en ny ankomst. Rumi, om uventede gjester, – kloke tanker foran et nytt år.

The 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’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He might 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.

Rumi

Takk for at du sendte meg denne, Rick.

Vi kan ikkje eige kvarandre

Vi kan ikkje eige kvarandre vi kan ikkje eige kvarandre tusen dikt har fortalt oss at vi ikkje kan eige kvarandre men vi kan låne kvarandre og gløyme levere tilbake Arne Ruset

Episode

En hverdagsjuvel fra en hverdagspoet, Ingrid Hagerup, som kan gi gjenklang hos mange.