Coming to my senses

"The 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 honorably
He may be clearing you
out for some new delight.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond


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