This is the first of two pieces on mindfulness I was sent today. I thought it might be interesting to others. Also posting it here will help me to remember its meaning.
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 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.
[From Say I Am You, poems of Rumi translated by John Moyne & Coleman Barks, Maypop 1994]
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