The Guest House

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This is a lovely poem that I feel inclined to share by the poet Rumi a Persian 13th Century poet…(something for us all)

THE GUEST HOUSE

This human being is a guesthouse

Every morning a new arrival

A joy, a depression, a meaness

Some mometary awareness comes,

as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they are crowds of sorrows

Who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture.

Still treat each guest honourably

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 whatever comes

because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

Rumi (translated by C.Barks)

 

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