The guest house

When there is nothing to say, nothing to do, days like today when honestly, all you can do is wait I always try and go back to the core of what Rumi meant with this poem. Which is basically, what is at this moment is whats suppose to be. And its for the best, right here and right now.

I wanted to have the other picture next to Rumi´s poem. This is a picture from earlier this year when Ambrose and I visited The Vatican City. That place represents all this rules and religion and more often than not, people mistake all of that bullshit with things like Spiritually, Peace, Joy, Love. Even if that place was beautiful and I’m glad we visited it, neither I or Ambrose wanted to stay there for long. I dont know, for some reason you could just feel that the energy was not a good one.
Whatever man! 🙂 Whatever happends…just go back to Rumi!