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Originally Posted by JosephineBloggs
I just read this and thought I'd add it to the thread:
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.
— Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks
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Thank you for posting this, it reminds me of something
similar which I was privileged to previously share.
THE GUEST IN MY HOUSE
Today is dear to me above all other days,
for today my beloved visits my house.
The chambers and my courtyard are dawned
with beautiful presence, my longing seemed
endless awaiting for this day to come.
I bow before feet and I look upon my beloved's
face, then I bring forth my offering; my body,
my mind, and all that I am.
What a day of gladness, what a day of gladness,
is this day. In which my beloved, who is my
treasure, comes to this house.