The Guest House

I have some friends right now going through some tough shit.  This is the Rumi poem (translation by Coleman Barks)  that I come back to time and time again, each time I read the words, I get a different hit of meaning.  Enjoy! 

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.

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Our teachers come in so many forms.  Some of my biggest lessons in life came to me through (perceived) tradgedy, when life was seemingly “shaken, not stirred”.  So, now, I am learning how to honor the teachings and teachers who show up in moments of pain, grief and sadness.  There is always light at the other side.  Mary Oliver lovers will appreciate this one…http://mindfulness.ucsd.edu/poetry.htm#journey.

These poems are dedicated to all of my friends and loved ones moving forward through hard times. 

With deep love and admiration for all that you are and what you each teach me,

Ash