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My Peeps. I just saw this on the Parabola website. This poem is enough beautiful and enough true it must be shared with as many as possible.
All bodies are temples. We forget all bodies are homes. I don't know what liberties Coleman Barks took with the title or the translation in general, but I do know we are all guests to poetry.
And, "Every morning a new arrival."
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.
—Rumi
From The Essential Rumi, versions by Coleman Barks
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.
—Rumi
From The Essential Rumi, versions by Coleman Barks
*from: thebluelantern
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