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 honourably. 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.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī Translated by Coleman Barks
You can find some short thoughts here, some personal moments, and other nuggets. I hope you'll join me on The Journey. *April is National Poetry Month, so along with some other posts, there is a poem every day here.