The Guest House

- A Poem 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.

Poem :: Rumi

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