This being human is a guesthouse
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 are a crowd of sorrows
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture.
Still treat each guest honorably.
He might be cleaning up 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.
1 commento:
guesthouses? nope, all those things are not guests, not only... they change us deeply... this is more like making a cake...or leite maluco...you can welcome everything, but it will certainly change the taste...
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