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The Guest House (Old Peculier Bed & Breakfast Remix)

This being human business
it’s a bit like being a bloomin' Bed & Breakfast
Every morning someone new on your doorstep


A joy, a depression, a betrayal
or perhaps one of those little flashes of sweet clarity
amid all the milk bottles and the bills


Open the door and greet them all
Even if they’re a skulky hooded bunch of crap moments
who end up running off with
all your bars of guest soap and towels and prized consumer durables
(including the stereo – which was bolted down)


Whatever, treat each and every new guest with respect
You never know, they might be ransacking you
to make way for some new delight


The exhaustion, the grief, the guilt, the self-judgement, the despair,
all those gnarled and gnarly beings you'd rather turn away
Meet them all on your doorstep
with a big smile on your chops
and a couple of open bottles of Theakstons Old Peculier
and welcome each one in


Yes, give thanks for whoever crosses your threshold
because each and every single guest has been sent
from the Great Tourist Board Beyond

to test the bounce of the springs of the bed
of your mind and body and heart and soul



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This poem is based on The Guest House, by Jeladuddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks:
http://www.pigandink.com/the-guest-house.html

   © Stephen Hancock 2020                                                                                                                                                                 Energy is Eternal Delight