The Guest House.

19 Jun 2014
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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 honourably.

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.

A poem by Rumi (1207-1273)

Chosen by Adrian

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Anonymous

June 20, 2014, 6:19 a.m.

It was good to wake up and read this Adrian. Thank you.

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Mary

June 20, 2014, 6:31 a.m.

Hey - I just read that last night in Ruby Wax's book Sane New World! how's that for a co-incidence?

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Anonymous

June 20, 2014, 6:40 a.m.

One of my favourites......thank you for reminding me.

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Anonymous

June 20, 2014, 8:33 a.m.

Wonderful poem this. I've haven't read much by Rumi but whatever I have, I love. This is one to enter the soul.

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Julia

June 20, 2014, 9:15 a.m.

I haven't read this before but so glad I have now. My initial thought was but what if the guest is the same each morning day after day after day. Then I decided that actually even though I have many many more bad days than good, the bad days are not always the same. So.. thank you Adrian for letting me see things differently. Already it's not too bad a day for me today. I hope it's the same for others.

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Anonymous

June 20, 2014, 10:36 a.m.

Acceptance is an art of living and this poem sums up nicely what I try to practice. For me "beyond" is not the heavens or the *****, but my own deep unknowing so everything I expreinece is a product of my own deep unconscious seeking liberation.

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Julia

June 20, 2014, 11:14 a.m.

I like these coincidences Mary. I don't know how to explain them of course but something positive is happening out there!

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heather

June 20, 2014, 1:31 p.m.

The last three lines are so meaningful and make bad things much more acceptable.

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heather

June 20, 2014, 1:34 p.m.

Yes coincidences are great when they happen and I like to call them serendipity. Mary, I have to ask whether you are the same Mary who used to have a photo of yourself in the box, or a different Mary ? I used to like seeing your photo and haven't done so lately.

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bright_lemon_tree

June 20, 2014, 6:21 p.m.

I've known and loved this poem for a few years. Very glad to be reminded of it.

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Dande Lion

June 22, 2014, 10:56 a.m.

thanks for the reminder, i find rumi always touches my soul

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