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.
— Rumi
The Old Poets of China
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Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness
It does not believe
that I do not want it.
Now I understand
why the old poets of China
went so far and high
Into the mountains,
then crept into the pale mist.
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~ Mary Oliver ~