The Guest House

by solitary walker

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

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A joy, a depression, a meanness,

some momentary awarenes comes

as an unexpected visitor.

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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 honourably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

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The dark thought, the shame, the malice,

meet them at the door laughing,

and invite them in.

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Be grateful for whoever comes,

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

 

Rumi