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 it's 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 whatever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.
( Translated by Coleman barks)
