Thursday, February 18, 2016

The Guest House

It has been a crazy, dark time for me lately, and nothing enlightens and touches the soul like the words of  Rumi. This poem resonated to me this morning.  

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
A teaching story translated by Coleman Barks

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