The being human is a guesthouse
Every day a new arrival
A joy depression or 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

Be grateful for whoever comes
Because each has been sent
As a guide
From beyond (Repeat)

Still treat each guest honorably
Still treat each guest honorably
He may be clearing a pathway in you
For some new delight

The dark thought, the shame, the malice
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

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