I am a Guest House

I cannot imagine the pain the families and friends of those lost in Aurora, Colorado. But, my heart goes out to them.

“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.
Say I Am You.”

(“The Guest-House,” Poems of Rumi, translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks)

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