Rumi Remix – The Guest House

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

A joy, a complexity, a malice, 
some momentary awareness comes 
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all! 
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows, sudden sharp spasm of pain  
who violently sweep your house 
empty of its furniture,
 still, treat each guest honourably, respectfully, joyfully. He may be clearing you out 
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the pain. Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in, ready to face another life.

I cherish all my shattered pieces, scattered symmetrical glass upon the floor.

Pain can transcend time and place, aches and confusion – all relished, felt and immersed within.

Be grateful for whatever comes. Because each has been sent
 as a guide from beyond.