{"id":1697,"date":"2017-04-28T13:41:03","date_gmt":"2017-04-28T17:41:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/amentorwalkswithme.com\/?p=1697"},"modified":"2017-04-28T13:41:03","modified_gmt":"2017-04-28T17:41:03","slug":"the-guest-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/amentorwalkswithme.com\/?p=1697","title":{"rendered":"The Guest House"},"content":{"rendered":"

When learning to live a life of learning, I am reminded that each experience that I have, each person that I meet, and each feeling that I embrace\u00a0are my teachers – my guides. Some show me the way to go, some show me the way not to go. Each is here to help me see my way<\/em> more clearly – if I pay attention.<\/p>\n

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I am reminded of this Rumi poem:<\/p>\n

This being human is a guest house.<\/em><\/strong>
\n Every morning a new arrival.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

A joy, a depression, a meanness,<\/em><\/strong>
\n some momentary awareness comes<\/em><\/strong>
\n As an unexpected visitor.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Welcome and entertain them all!<\/em><\/strong>
\n Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,<\/em><\/strong>
\n who violently sweep your house<\/em><\/strong>
\n empty of its furniture,<\/em><\/strong>
\n still treat each guest honorably.<\/em><\/strong>
\n He may be clearing you out<\/em><\/strong>
\n for some new delight.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,<\/em><\/strong>
\n meet them at the door laughing,<\/em><\/strong>
\n and invite them in.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Be grateful for whoever comes,<\/em><\/strong>
\n because each has been sent<\/em><\/strong>
\n as a guide from beyond.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

(Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi (Born 1207);\u00a0<\/em>Translation by Coleman Barks)<\/em><\/p>\n

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