The Guest House — Jelaluddin Rumi


This being human is a guest home.

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.

–Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem, Doris!

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