A poem to keep things in perspective

The Guest House


This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival
A joy, a meanness, a depression
Some momentary feeling arrives as an
unexpected visitor

Welcome and entertain them all,
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows
That violently sweeps your house empty of its furniture

Still, treat each guest honorably
He may be clearing you out for some delight
The dark thought, the shame, the malice
Greet them at the door laughing and invite them in

Be grateful for who ever comes
Because each has been sent as a guide from beyond ...


~ Rumi





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