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Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Poem: 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 are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing your out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and welcome them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

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