This being human is a guest house

And every morning a new arrival

A joy, a depression, a meanness

Some momentary awareness

Comes as unexpected guests

 

Welcome and entertain them all

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows

Who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture

Remember to treat each guest honorably

He might be clearing you out for new delight

 

This being human is a guest house

And every morning a new arrival

The dark thought, the shame the malice

Meet them all at the door laughing

Laugh and invite them in

 

Welcome and entertain them all

Even if they are a crowd of sorrows

Who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture

Be grateful to each guest who comes

Because each one has been sent as a guide from beyond