Remembering who we are!

 

 

The 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’re a crowd of sorrows,

Who violently sweep your house

Empty of its furniture,

Still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be cleaning you out

For some new delight.

The dark though, 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.

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