The Guesthouse
This being human is a guesthouse.
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.
-Rumi
Thank you Sally Rubin for sending this poem my way. It was the perfect thing for me to read right now.
Thanks for sharing this, Deborah – it’s a good reminder of all our personal weather being a special daily gift. G
Love this! I’m going to carry it on over to my webspace with a link back to you. And so interconnection continues….
Thank you for your kind words.