This being-human is a kind of inn.
New visitors every morning:
a joy, a depression, a distress.
A flash of insight comes,
as an unexpected guest.
Welcome them, receive them all hospitably.
Even when a crowd of grief comes in,
who violently smashes your entire household goods.
Treat every guest with the utmost respect.
Maybe he will clear the lot to make room for extasy.
The dark thought, the shame, the venom,
meet them at the frontdoor with a broad grin
and ask them to join.
Be happy with everyone who comes by.
Heaven has sent all of them
to serve you.
RUMI
