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.

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.


Jalaluddin Rumi

Poetry Table

PoemAuthor
The InvitationOriah Mountain Dreamer
The Guest HouseRumi
The Way It IsWilliam Stafford
The JourneyMary Oliver
Wild GeeseMary Oliver
RosesMary Oliver
The Man in the GlassPeter Dale Wimbrow Sr.
Earth, isn't this what you want?Rainer Maria Rilke
The Idea of Order at Key WestWallace Stevens