Service June 5, 2010 — revision 1641

==Opening Words== ::Moving Forward :The deep parts of my life pour onward, :as if the river shores were opening out. :It seems that things are more like me now, :That I can see farther into paintings. :I feel closer to what language can't reach. :With my senses, as with birds, I climb :into the windy heaven, out of the oak, :in the ponds broken off from the sky :my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes. ::Rainer Maria Rilke ::translated by Robert Bly ==Gathering of Items for the Altar== ==Song by Mark== ==Meditation and Discussion with Meg and Lyric== ==Closing Words== ::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 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 whatever comes. :because each has been sent :as a guide from beyond. :-- Jelaluddin Rumi, : translation by Coleman Barks