For those of you who are unfamiliar with Rumi, he was a 13th-century Persian poet, theologian, and Sufi mystic. On the rare occasion when I’ve been involved in activities or conversations about who I’d invite to dinner, if I could invite anyone, dead or alive, Rumi is always there. An all time favorite of many Rumi lovers is his poem, “The Guest House.”
I hope you enjoy the video and poem. Love.
“The Guest House” ~by Rumi
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.
Thank you, Ginny. Thank you for sharing the poem, the video, your heart, and your beautiful spirit.
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