poem: 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 are 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.


(words shared with me by my friend KC)


3 thoughts on “poem: the guest house

  1. my absolute favorite Rumi poem. it comes to mind unbidden so many times, and even makes me laugh when the initial “guest” was something super upsetting!!! the mind is funny yet so predictable like that. thinking of you constantly elizabeth and sending light and love ❤


  2. i really like this piece, i wonder if she has some friend who could do some stained glass pieces combined with material and chicken wire, you know a mish mash of sorts, she could find vintage material and have a few of the windows filled in so to speak, keep us updated…


  3. Lys,Se qualcuno vuole fare delle prove di riproduzione del fenomeno, può cercare di riprendere dei soggetti in ombra con un orientamento tale che il sole basso pomeridiano colpisca la fotocamera. la tua teoria mi sembra particolarmente azzeccata. Faremo delle prove direttamente con il telefonino in questione.


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