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
Of its furniture,
Still, treat each guest honourably
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
Rumi
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
Of its furniture,
Still, treat each guest honourably
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
Rumi
Brian's facebook. 30/6/2013
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