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.                                                                           She 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 whomever comes,                                                                   because each has been sent.                                                                                      as a guide from beyond.


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