Is Your Life Like a Guest House?

Why is it that many of us fear change so much? Is it because we to feel comfortable in our lives? Are we trying to avoid discomfort? What is it? I found this poem and wanted to share as it is indicates very eloquently what is happening in my world at the moment.

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.


Say I Am You: Poetry Interspersed with Stories of Rumi and Shams, Translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks (Maypop, 1994).
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