Friday, March 18, 2011

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,
He may be cleaning you out for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.

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