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The Guest House. Jalaluddin Rumi. Translated by Coleman Barks. 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!
THE GUEST HOUSE. RUMI (Translation by Coleman Barks) 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.
The Guest House. Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī. Translated by Coleman Barks. 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!
For each guest comes to guide, unafraid. Sent from realms beyond, their purpose divine, To teach us wisdom and make our souls shine. Embrace this human dwelling, this beautiful show, A bounty of emotions, ebb, and flow. For in this guest house, we find our true fate, Welcoming each moment, both light and dark, great.
The Guest House by Jalaluddin Rumi, a 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic, is a compelling poem that uses the metaphor of a house where guests (feelings and thoughts) come and go to teach about life, acceptance, and personal growth.
Poetry. The Guest House. Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks. Est. reading time: <1 minutes. 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.
The Guest House by Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks) 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!
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 may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the sham, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
May 13, 2011 · Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi 1207 (Balkh) – 1273 (Konya ) Life. Melancholy. 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!
The Guesthouse, Rumi. This being human is a guesthouse. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meaness. Some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
