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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you outfor 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 sentas a guide from beyond.
A teaching story translated by Coleman Barks
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (30 September 1207 – 17 December 1273), was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi my
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