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 honourably
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 as been sent
As a guide from beyond

-Rumi (Say I am You)