Human Guest House

This being human is a guest house;
Every morning a new arrival;

The joy of the 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;


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