Poem: The Guest House
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.
- Mowlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
Labels: Poetry
posted by Arena Green at 9:14 am
2 Comments:
AM,
Now you have become philosophical ...
Life must have become better and richer, in spirit, and in physical sense.
Mave, it's year-end stock taking for me and I aim for that you put into words so true. Wishing you a blessed Christmas and a wonderful New Year! :-)
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