The Guest House by Rumi
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 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.
Anne Sture Tucker 
A wonderful poem, Anne. And the photos are beautiful.
Thank you Annie! It is one of my favorite poems!
It was such a quiet, beautiful and fresh morning while I was home!
Have a great weekend!
Beautifully written and wonderful photos 🙂
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
I love this poem by Rumi – he was such a wise man!
Have a great weekend Uru!
Beautiful words and images….
Thank you!
Have a great weekend!
So nice, Anne, many visuals and feelings as you read. Nice job.
Thank you – the photos are from my trip back to Denmark. It was such a crisp beautiful morning!
Hope you have a great weekend!
Thank you so much for the beautiful words and picturesque photos. Have a great week, Anne!
Thank you Amy!
I wish you a wonderful weekend!
What a beautiful morning!!!
It really was such a gorgeous early morning 🙂
Thank you for visiting!
XX
What a lovely poem. The photos are so beautiful.
Thank you – I am glad you liked it! It is one of my favorite poems 🙂
Have a great weekend!
Those photos are so beautiful Anne. I wish I could jump into those pictures just to collect my thoughts for a few moments..
Thank you Cass! I love that place so much – at morning walk there is like meditation 🙂