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.
from "The Guest House" by Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
Special thanks to my friend Sharon Flitterman-King for presenting me this poem on my birthday!
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