The Guest House

Poetry
Achnadrish guest house.

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A couple of weeks ago I participated in a Zazenkai. I’ll write about that experience in another post. But today I wanted to share a poem that I shared with everyone that day. I think it beautifully sums up everything I’ve learned in the past few months.

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