Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Guest House

Does anybody else need this affirmation? I know I do. Lately I'm just a bunch of feelings on parade.

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 it's 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.

- Rumi

1 comment:

  1. Well just know you had me at that Wild Things picture. I regularly feel like a wild thing, which can so largely be summed up by this Rumi poem.