The Coleman Banks translation of The Guest House by Rumi – to comment on it would only lessen its power:
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,
and invite them in.
Be brageful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent
As a guide from beyond.
It occurs to me... 