The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

Welcome them all!

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of your furniture,

still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.

Be grateful for whatever comes.

Because each has been sent

as a guide from beyond.

— Rumi