The Guest House…

A few weeks ago my Thought For The Day was this poem by Rumi…

The Guest House

This human being is a guesthouse.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and attend 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 shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing…and invite them in.

I have just watched a lovely performance by my friends Edo and Jo where they have put these lyrics to music. It is divine ~ I hope you enjoy it…

Thought for the day…

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“This human being is a guesthouse. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and attend 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 shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing…and invite them in.” Rumi

Written down from the inspiration board at the Satyananda Ashram, NSW, Australia.