the guest house

Posted by on November 28, 2012


Walking around the St. Elmo neighborhood in Chattanooga, Tennessee ©Julia Mason Wickes.


The Guest House

by Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning is 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.

  1. Evelina
    November 29, 2012

    This is really beautiful and comforting. I'm glad you made it for Poetry Wednesday!

  2. A M B E R
    November 30, 2012

    I wish all blogs just had "like" buttons. I would've "liked" this poem. Aren't we all just too incredibly busy to write comments?

    Digression aside, this is a beautiful poem, and liking it is not enough anyway. I have been weepy for the last day because of a number of sad things, not to mention the stress of returning from travel. This was a welcome reminder that each thing can be welcomed instead of beaten in my head.

    I am sorry I've missed a number of poetry wednesdays now. I promise to be on it for next wednesday!