| 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 whatever comes, | |
| because each has been sent | |
| as a guide from beyond. |
http://persweb.wabash.edu/facstaff/hulenp/sperit/poetry/rumi.html
