The Guest House
July 11, 2010
The following poem just says it all for me. It took a long time find the place of acceptance of “what is” in life. Once tasted I realised the answer to living with that elusive ” inner peace” was trying to achieve acceptance in all areas of my life and day to day life’s challenges.
Whatever life brings up for us, know that its arisen because we have something to learn from it, learn to see the gifts in all and every situation.
The poem is by RUMI, the famous Sufi poet who died in 1273; he states very clearly just what I am trying to say, he says it far more eloquently than I ever could,
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’re 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 whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
RUMI
Oblivious – detail – Carol Gearing
