The Guest House

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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 are 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
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Poem: Jellaludin Rumi; Photo: The Kabil Bride, early XX th Century.

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