Happy Thanksgiving... The Guesthouse

This is the poem to which I referred in yesterday's blog. It is one of the most profound and beautiful poems I've ever read; I can't even remember where or when I heard it for the first time, but it was at least ten years ago. It floored me then, and it continues to move me to tears today.

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 are 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 whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-- Jelaluddin Rumi
(translation by Coleman Barks)

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone.
Blessings to all,