The Guest House, by Rumi (Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi)
Poetry has been on my mind lately. My yoga instructor shared this poem with us several years ago during a yoga retreat I took in Mexico. The poem is named, 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.
This text was copied from this web page on allpoetry.com.