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