Guest House by 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
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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
2 comments:
I love this Rumi poem. Breath for a breathless soul. I will post one of my favorite quotes of late on my blog.
Shine on sister-sister
Sister, sister where are you. How is our girl Mya doing? Please give her my love and let her know I hold her in arms, heart and mind- as I do her magical, marvelous mother.
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