the guest house


Today, another day, not like the last. Moving me forward, quietly, painfully, beautifully forward. The seduction to just curl up in a soft ball, punctuated by dog kisses, cat purrs, a running squirrel outside my window. I love you, Carl.

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 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 shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

image credits: Christer Karlstad, Norwegian figurative painter

{originally published Nov 18, 2014}