The Guest House

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 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.”

Speak soon,


PS I always love to hear from you and a personally reply to all responses. What does this poem mean to you?