The Guest House
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.
~ Rumi ~
13th Century Persian poet
I dedicate this poem today to my beloved daughter; read this and remember. I love you always.
I need to remember this after a full day at home, never leaving the house and struggling with a slow overworked computer. No food in the refrigerator either. What was it about this day?
ReplyDeleteThis poem is really inspiring. Thanks for all your support. love u!
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