Sunday, May 06, 2012

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 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.


--I don't think that it was this poem I found while cleaning my mom's house... but my mom loved Rumi's poetry and this fits her so well.  What a Woman!  I am so grateful be her daughter.



upstateLisa said...

beautiful! how fortunate indeed!

Nifty Quilts said...

Beautiful! Thank you. It sounds like you lost your mother recently. I'm so sorry. Hopefully you are comforted by your good memories of her. She looks like a great woman.