Tuesday, January 10, 2012

The Guest House

I'm struggling.  It's January.  The weather is mild but suddenly I'm starting to have an incredible load of feelings.  So I'm running to bury myself in poetry for a little while.

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 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.

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