This being Human is a Guest House, by Rumi

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.

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