The Guest House

by Neseret on November 11, 2011

Protea, Mount TomahThis being human is a guest house.

Every morning 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 crowds 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.

~ Rumi ~

I absolutely LOVE, LOVE this poem. How true to life!

This poem captures so much of what is true to being human and true to life. It is so beautiful and comforting.

We all feel so many emotions throughout our days and our life. Who can’t relate to the description of the “crowds of sorrows”? Personally when I go through periods of depression that is exactly how I feel. All of a sudden the guests arrive and they “violently” sweep through my house.

I know for millions of people this is what happens with the experience of mental illness. People are dealing with guests that are so violent and so distructive each and every moment of thier life. It is easy to get so overwhelmed and not know what to do to cope. People feel lost and completely helpless. Imagine watching someone invade and trash your home and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

I agree acceptance and welcoming all of the guests is important. That said it is not easy. I know acceptance is part of what gets me through my ups and downs. Overtime I have learned to welcome all of my guests. I’ve learned to let go and trust that everything is happening for a reason.

It is all a learning process. It is a journey of hope. 

I’ve learned challenges are there to teach me something. Even the terrible things that happened in my life have taught me improtant lessons. I have to admit

out of my greatest fears and pain have come my greatest transformations.

I’m grateful for all that I am. I’m grateful for all that I have experienced in my life. I realize life is a gift. Everyday is a gift. Every moment is a gift. I’m privilaged to be here on planet earth at this particular time. So are you.

Please share your thoughts about this poem. Also if you enjoyed reading this poem pass it forward on Facebook and Twitter. Thank you.

Peace, Love & Gratitude,


Leave a Comment

Previous post:

Next post: