This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a means,
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 if 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.
Say I Am You: Poetry Interspersed with Stories of Rumi and Shams, Translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks, Maypop, 1994
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