The Guest House, by Rumi

My yoga teacher read this to us a few months back, and I loved it. A little afternoon food for thought. 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 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, invite them in.

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