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This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

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A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

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Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
They may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

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The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

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

The Guest House
by Jalaluddin Rumi

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