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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.
Rumi
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