A thoughtful poem given to me by my friend Kate. Because it's Sunday, because I'm a little tired, and because it is true.


The Guest-House


This being 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.


-Say I Am You poems of Rumi

Translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks

Maypop 1994

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