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 of it’s 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.


Jakarta, hujan deras, kilat menyambar-nyambar di luar.


8 Responses

  1. errrr… saya kok rada ga mudeng ya, yang dikomentarin kok ujannya ya?? puisinya rumi itu gak dibahas? saya sih suka itu puisi, bukankah itu suatu ajaran hidup yang baik?

    ahahaha, nggak apa-apa, mas. yang komentar bebas kok mau komentarin apa aja 😀 tapi saya sendiri memang senang dengan puisi rumi yang ini. sangat mood-lifting. mengajarkan kita untuk menerima apa yang ditawarkan hidup pada kita. kadang puji, kadang caci, kadang senang, kadang sedih, tapi semua hendaknya kita terima dengan lapang dada, sadar bahwa semua ini bagian dari hidup yang harus dihadapi dan harus disyukuri, karena tidak ada yang satu tanpa yang lain 🙂

  2. this one totally deserves a comment.

    “be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.”

    exactly how i treat life, its joy, its sorrows, and everything in between.

    i miss you, coonteel. we have a lot of catching up to do. til then, let me just give you a big hug to keep you warm on rainy days.

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