This being human is a Guest House

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a Depression, a Meaness,

Some momentary awareness comes

As an Unexpected Visitor.

Welcome 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 or 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 whoever comes

Because each has been sent

As a Guide from Beyond.

Rumi