Awakening

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 to 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.