This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.<\/p>\n
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.<\/p>\n
Be grateful for whatever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.<\/p>\n
— Jelaluddin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks<\/p>\n
Well, today my lodgers are all very boisterous, happy guests. They are the spring dwellers. My son\u2019s photos of his Manhattan neighborhood capture them very well! \u2026even in New York!<\/p>\n
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