I woke up today thinking about this poem. Sometimes I don’t welcome the thoughts, feelings, and experiences in my life. I often resist them, which usually just makes everything worse – the cruddy stuff festers, the joy doesn’t get through. Then, I remember this poem, and I can open the door to clarity, perception, and presence.
The Guest House
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.