rumi: the guesthouse

guesthouse

Turns out Rumi was one cool cat. Evidence: this poem my therapist read me. (Basically everything good in my life comes from my therapist. BOW DOWN, BITCHEZ!)

(Sadly my therapist is not Beyoncé.)

Anyway, take it away, ole Roomz:

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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

– – –

Sigh. Thanks for being a tough chewy bite of gristle, fall 2016.

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