I came across this poem from Rumi recently and wanted to share it here with a few thoughts:
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.
— Jalaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks (The Essential Rumi)
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My favorite part of the poem is when he tells us to “meet them at the door laughing…” - the dark thought, the shame, the malice.
In just the past year or so, I have learned that it is possible to honor, to respect, and even to laugh at the dark thoughts that come through us. Previously, I’d often be paralyzed by the shame and the malice.
I’m created systems in my life to now honor these things. To sit with them. To respect them.
When I do this, I find they have less of a control over me.
And I’m more free.