This being human is a guest house.
Every morning is 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
Go to the door laughing
And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes
For each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.
~Rumi
For Stewart, thank you Duirwaigh for bringing me this poem.
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