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.

Rumi, the 13th century Persian poet, reminds me a lot of Ringo Starr.

Rumi’s poems and Ringo’s songs share a common trait:  instant accessibility.  You don’t have to wade through tortured metaphors and footnoted cultural references to figure out what they’re trying to say.

The poem above gets straight to the point, then gets out.  You could say the same about this song Ringo Starr penned:  LINK.

There’s genius and timelessness in simplicity.



1 Comment

  1. markonit

    …I often invite my demons and ghosts for brunch or even hold a dinner party for them..!


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