"Watch..."


The Guest House
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.


please note: poem gleefully stolen from Blissful Bohemian. Thanks Annie.

Comments

  1. Yes, recently my life has been about clearing things out for new delight. At least that's what I tell myself!

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  2. Glad you like it :-). And V-Grrrl,same for me!

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