The Guest House January 2, 2008
Posted by tomasm in Inspiration, Poem.Tags: house, rumi
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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 crown of sorrows
Who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s comforts.
Still, treat each guest honorably
He may be cleaning you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice –
Meet them at he door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes
For each has been sent as a guide from beyond.
– Rumi



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