Rumi -Written in the 15th Century

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 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

Transferred from an old blog - here were the responses:

jinksy said...: Is that where my laughter comes from?! Look out - you'll get sprayed!; September 23, 2009 at 11:11:00 AM CDT
Renee said...: Sydney, thank you for always caring about what is going on with me. And for loving Sheldon too.

Love Renee xoxo; September 25, 2009 at 9:49:00 PM CDT
Laurie said...: funny that I found this today, the day I need to read it.

Thank you!; October 7, 2009 at 1:27:00 PM CDT

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