Monday, September 5, 2011

The Guest House


Still struggling with decisions. That's ok. So, today I'm sharing one of my favorite poems by Rumi. My friend Susan sent me this poem when my dear LouisPooey passed away. I read it everytime I feel challenged. It gives me strenght. It gives me roots that keeps me firmly planted on solid ground.

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~

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